I’m having a party.Invite; just one.
Little nervous.Quite anxious.It’s sent out;can’t be undone.
As I wait for my guest,my mind it does roam.
To events,actions,words; a verse of a poem.
it spins like a hamster; round and round.
Searching. Searching. Searching. Answer never found.
My guest is quite rude.I wait, and I wait.
It’s rude to be so terribly late!
My mind still spins and spins. I try to relax.
Drink of water.hands shaking, I take a xanax.
I hate to face reality.But the day has come.
I must face her…me and my party of one.
A tear falls. She has come. I glance in the mirror.
Hideous! Monster! The reflection’s sincere.
If she could go back in time;she might be pretty.
At last it’s begun. My party of pity.