My Odyssy

With a brittle heart immutable I fight a formidable battle with myself How do I sketch this scenerio In the midst of plenty peoples Yet unnoticed, plenty happy faces: mine like one who took lemon instead of orange Standing demurely in the room My presence could only provoke A tenuous interest from onlookers Am I in the wrong place?. I asked myself with a heart bereft of emotions, I need a beer interlude. This reunion must start all over Only then did I realise that This was for the class of 94 Mine is 95 Oh Lord!, I thought I was insane