there's no alcohol at this party but the adrenaline is kicking in
it's an anxiety that's fighting me but i can't fix
an overthinking barely-breathing paradox
they're all staring cause my clothes aren't exactly orthodox
why can't i just be me
without constantly being seen
why can't i just be free
from this crazy world they call 'socializing'?
everywhere i go
everyone has to know
i'm not like anyone else here
i'm living in constant fear
"her nose is pierced"
"her shirt's too tight"
why does it seem i can't do anything right?
"she wears cologne"
"she lives alone"
why isn't there a place in this world that i can finally call home?
"she probably vapes"
"she isn't straight"
"there was never a more evil girl named kate"
why does it have to be me
playing the villain all the time?
why can't i simply be seen
as someone who isn't exactly fine?
why do you get to draw the line
between evil and good?
isn't it fair that i should?
"her poetry doesn't even rhyme"
"she plays the villain all the time"
