Public man

Not a public man

Quietly I sit, book in hand

Sounds of party, laughter and music next door

I do not envy them

I lie to myself

Where did it all go so wrong ?

Where did my friends go

I want to go ever there

But I can't

I am not a public man

I sit , I read , I am alone

Nobody bothers me

Nobody bothers

I had friends , they did not last

Going out a daunting task

Social pressure , I become uneasy

I say maybe next time

They do not call

That was the last

On a Friday night I sit alone

I sit alone

A book in hand

Because I'm not a public man