My Escape

I open the invite:
It's the party of the year.
An RSVP:
Well, I'd like to stay clear.

But I'm feeling pressured,
Like I have to go.
I'm caught inbetween
A yes and a no.

I smile and wait
A while till I can make
My escape.

A part me of says
Of course you should;
Another part says
You know it's no good.

Don't want to wear that face
Or go somewhere loud.
I don't mind people,
But I can't stand a crowd.

Gotta find that still point
Where the world spins round;
Gonna sit there a while,
So my soul can rebound.

I'm not antisocial
Or a misanthrope;
Just need some time alone
So I can cope.