My anxiety floats around me
A heavy cloud of
Nervous lip bites and
Shifting feet.
My eyes flit over the walls
A canvas being painted
With multiple colors from the
Strobe lights
Being flashed from where the DJ
Sits.
My lips start to sting
From my worrying teeth
As regret squeezes my insides
And makes me ache.
Why did I even come here?
I can't even stand correctly in social situations;
What made me think I could dance??
My back leans against the wall
Wishing I could feel the coolness
Through my clothes
To extinguish the heat spreading
On my skin.
I scan the crowd
Of blurred figures
Running and dancing
And try not to look disappointed;
If this is what school dances are like
I'm not sure if I'd want to come again.
My eyebrows furrow in frustration
As I tune in to the supposed music
Being spewed from the enormous speakers.
Do people actually listen to this shît??
I'm snapped from my internal
Rant about repetitive lyrics with no meaning
By a best friend who is desperately
Trying to drag me out of my
Turtle shell, scruffy and battered
By extroverted turtles
Trying to lure me out
To talk
When all I wanted to do was think.
I become aware that I need to
Smile
Look like I am having a good
Time
While watching everyone else have
Fun;
While I stand against the cool
Wall
That I can't feel the coolness of
Prentending that I have no care
In the world
That could float around me
At a pitiful school dance.
S.c.b.
