Focus

You’re at the party—the ball.
From up against the wall,
you crawl—
to the people around.
They talk not of life, but of attainment—
they relish.
You respond, you—
embellish.
You say what you do,
but not who you are.
Don’t want them to see you,
except from afar.
You make your appearance,
leave without a fuss,
keep to yourself,
just out of focus.