The cool night air slices through me like a dull knife,
It chills me to the bone,
As I walk with a group of people,
I find myself alone,
As I do more often now, than ever before.

When I reach my destination,
A hundred voice blend together,
To make one thunderous, deafening roar.

I shoo away the only person,
Who cares how I feel,
I begin to wish this night had never started,
That it wasn't even real.

They open double doors and everyone herds in.
A loud thump pulses in my head.
A group of people in the middle,
Seem to be ripping each other to shreds.

They're touching, moving, grinding,
The light surrounding them,
Becomes increasingly blinding.

I walk to a corner, and sit beside no one.
I want to keep it this way.
I want no one to notice me,
I wish they'd just stay away.

But to my dismay,
They don't stay away.
They drag me outside,
back to the cold night air.

I try to act normal,
Just so they won't stare.

They want me to be happy,
I know they want the best
I wish I could be happy,
Happy like the rest.

People start to bother me,
But this time I like it.
I start to have fun,
I begin to give in.

My friends got me happy,
I guess they win.

I start to joke,
I start to laugh

I start to enjoy, I wish it would last.
This feeling, I love it.
I never want it to pass.