The Party

Dare I engage?
In the ongoing swarm
Of hollow salutations

Plastic grins
Imprison true disdain
The hot boiling scorn
That steams deep within

Dare I engage?
In this empty waltz
The careless twirl
Of feign concern

Some weave with ease
With half-hearted smiles
As they quake unfulfilled
Primed with forced laughter

Must I engage?
In this silent sneer
The sly contempt
Which permeates so true

Must I?
Strain the words
The primal words
That convey false concern

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