A Cambridge Lamentation

This place is always a little lonely 
At the weekends...no noise and life;
I like solitude, 
But not in places 
Where's there's recently been 
A lot of people.
Reclusiveness protects you 
From nostalgia, 
And you can be as nostalgic 
In relation to what happened 
Half an hour ago, 
As half a century ago, in fact more so. 
                                                             
I went to the Xmas party. 
I danced, 
And generally lived it up. 
I went to bed sad though. 
Discos exacerbate 
My sense of solitude.
My capacity for social warmth, 
Excessive social dependence,
And romantic zeal, 
Can be practically deranging; 
It's no wonder I feel the need 
To escape...
                                                             
Escape from my own 
Drastic social emotivity,
And devastating capacity
For loneliness. 
I feel trapped here;
There's no 
Outlet for my talents.
                                                             
In such a state as this, 
I could fall in love with anyone. 
The night before last 
I went to the ball, 
Couples filing out,  
I wanted to be half of every one,  
But I didn't want to lose ***.  
I'll get over how I feel now, 
And very soon. 
Gradually I'll freeze again, 
Even assuming an extra layer of snow.  
I have to get out of here.

Tags: sad, depressing, confused,