From the outside

If there was a book
Id be missing pages
If it were a song
I'd never learn the words
I would just be sat there
In the loudest room
Filled with people
Knowing the dance moves
And not be involved

Cuz I just didn't get it
The memo missed my inbox
I google it daily
And still not an inkling
I feel lost
I feel alone
But please don't say I ever moan
Cuz quietly I sit
Watching the actions
Feeling the warmth
From the outside, looking in