I Do Not Want To Be Lost In The Crowd Of Tongues In Cheeks

when i left the party
i lied, i told someone that i am going to the rest room,
i rushed to my car and sped towards my way home,
i am not home at parties, they give me
gooseflesh,
my hairs like to rise like i were
electrocuted,

in my isolation i feel real, a king in my own small territory,
when i am with you
people, i become so scared, scared about what i think i do not really
know,
my senses are sharp and it knows that there is danger
of being
lost again amidst the crowd
their tongues inside their cheeks
and you just don't know what happens next,

and so i left earlier that you expected,
i simply have no more reason to stay and be melted like a candle
in that big fire
of hypocrisy.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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