I don’t understand you.

I don’t understand

The way you walk

Up and down restlessly.

I don’t understand

The way you dance

Around the dancefloor

Like a crazy Manic

Never looking at what I guess

Is your girlfriend

In the face.

I don’t understand

Why you don’t smile

instead looking at her

With what I guess

Is a look of hatred.

I don't understand

why your head is

Mashing up and down frantically

Like a puppet on a string

But still, you don’t take

Your eyes off her.

Nor do I understand

The way you pace and down

The floor restlessly

striding up and down

until the DJ finally

frustrates you.

Maybe inside your drinking,

there's a story inside

that nobody else can see.

A tale of wounds that never mend,

A journey only you comprehend.

So as I ponder your erratic dance,

I realize it's not just chance.

In the labyrinth of your silent plea,

There's a narrative, only you and I can see.