I find myself in the corner of a room
Surrounded by chatters and drinkers
But I'm stuck in the land of the over-thinkers.
A party is a place where you should feel free.
The booze is flowing, everyone’s a fool,
Everyone’s searching for the next laugh
And alcohol’s the tool.
I want to find the feeling
The one that all people do
The feeling of freedom and euphoria
But I do not have a clue.
The door blocks me from this feeling.
I want to get through it.
Part of me wants to flee
But most of me is set on finding the key.
I'm stuck in this feeling.
Inside my head.
A voice saying I’ll be trapped here forever
Never having fun instead.
This entrapment keeps me hidden,
My true thoughts are forbidden.
Never fully shown,
Only truly myself when I'm alone.
This feeling is growing within us too commonly,
Hiding the confidence all should embody.
Why do I feel like a social anomaly
When I know that I could be somebody?
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