There I was caught up in bragging.
Where I was made to look and feel like the biggest fool.
There I was caught up in the showing and the telling,
a moment in which I was blindsided and smacked in the face by a familiar truth.

By someone else who could read that language.
There I was feeling so small in a crowded room with no means of escaping.

Forced to act like being called a fabricated story didn't bother me. Knowing not what to say, it made me look like I was crazy.

The look of painful disappointment splashed across my face. All the thoughts of immediate regret rushing in, wishing I never said anything in the first place.

Having to sit amongst the judgement to finish out my evening. All I wanted was to bury all that I felt and do what I'm best at, which is leaving.