You're in your own world

but I keep unpacking for you

You and I go to a party together at that house down the street. We're in the backyard, and it's bustling with smiling faces. I'm watching the crowd. You're sitting in a chair, frozen, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. You're in your own world. I'm not sure why it happened, but it's happening now. You're recovering fragments of the past, repress…