Hustle and bustle around you

You're the only one alone

Ultimate confusion; colours and hues

You wander, unsure of where to go

You take interest in listening to conversations

Wishing that someone would invite you

That could just be your perception

But you doubt that it isn't true

They had always warned you of this

That you had to change your attitude

But it went wrong even when you took the risk

Maybe it's more about aptitude

As you battle misery at your table

You wonder if it's more about prowess

Less about wanting to do it than whether you're able

Either way, you have to suffer the bitter taste of loneliness