"Alone... Or Wait. Am I?"

I see myself,
sitting in the corner crying
rotting on the shelf.
All the other girls are dancing,
but not I,
I sob alone to myself.
The allers make their minds,
no one for me tonight,
but that is not unusual,
so I'll sit again with out a light.
Twisted smiles look at me,
only to decieve,
this constant pain consumes,
but no help shall I recieve.
Fear not for my foolish self,
I do not need company,
nor do I even need myself,
while I sit,
tears roll down my cheek,
but I am entertained,
because all the friends in my mind never cease to speak.