crowded room,
people with names i barely know,
stares i can't decipher,
my eyes are glossed with ink,
i try to look as if i'm a viper.
sitting alone,
thoughts drumming in my mind,
because they're talking about me,
about the dark under my eyes,
about the black clothes on my back,
about the way my eyes dart from one side of the room to the other,
heart beating so fast,
it's so loud it almost drowns out the demons,
sometimes my music taste is abundant,
tonight the same songs keep repeating.
my eyes are burning with ink.
