To be a stone

In a party, face the lonesome.

I lost something.



It was in that party.



On thirty-first December

My cousin's birthday.



He is a handsome guy,

With very attractive smile



My relatives came,

They loves him.



I dressed beautifully,

Hope they woul like it.



But don't,

They do not.



Everybody ignored me,

Just like I'm a stone.



I wished I was a stone,

I did not have to stand those things.



I closed my eyes,

Stood in the toilet,

Cried.



I lost something,

In that party.



I lost my girl.



I still have my stone.