The guilt arrives this time of year;
It's party season around here.
It helps to be around my friends
But a little voice within me tends
To tell me "No, you can't have fun!
Instead it's time for feeling glum."
I worry people see behind
The happy face that masks my mind;
That I do betray the thoughts inside
Like I'm taking myself for a ride.
The trick, I guess, is not to care
What's known about my life out there
I think not going public here
Is part of my own wider fear.
