Stranger At The Table

Sitting here trying to be present 
As everyone is talking 
I feel like a stranger here 
My voice is drowned out by their laughter
As I sip more red wine, falling deeper
Into my fears that I'll never be seen
By anyone else but me
As they talk about their grand successes
And how they have people to go home to
I look at my plate of barely touched food 
Wondering why it has more company than I do
There is something so empty about having everything 
Especially when people eat at your table then walk away
Without anything to say in appreciation 
It's not the alcohol burning my throat 
But the sting of rejection, 
As I hide my tears behind a smile 
Getting up from my seat at the table 
I disappear like I was never there.