Just A Girl

The Party Life

She dabs at her face with the finest of powder

Peering in the mirror for imperfections, she squints with a frown

But sees nothing aside from a complexion of flawless ivory

Eyes of clearest blue

Lips the shade of rubies.

And she smiles smugly, before flipping her hair and calling to her gang of fellow girls

As they strut up the driveway in their seven-inch stilettos

Knowing full well that the party only truly begins when they arrive.

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The door opens up to a wild mob

Doing their "dancing",

which is more accurately described as jumping, grinding, thrashing

Bobbing their heads to the dubstep, shot glasses clashing

Although if their parents were here they'd receive quite a bashing.

Which will probably happen when they finally awaken,

But who cares? Here's to the party life.

~~

She pushes past them, aware that the crowd is a fake

A group of stupid wannabes, just your average Joe and Jake

But she, on the other hand, was looking for her special guy,

Her Jack, her Prince, her happy ever after

But all this fantasizing turned out to be one ribboned-up lie.

~~

She found him upstairs snogging some skank

And here she was, thinking that she was still his pearl

Darkened eyes, a scream, and a slap to the face

She turns and flees, her hand not the only thing that was stinging.

 ~~

She turns the speakers up and gives a loud whoop as she melts into the crowd

Even though she had cast them aside just a few heartbeats ago

But people were like clothes

In with the new, out with the old

She deserved some change too

Because they weren't here to depress about their pasts

Their cutting, drugs, families, and tears

Nah, forget about that!

Cheers.

 ~~

 So she casts her wounded heart aside

And drinks like life's worth living the night for

She doesn't know what she's saying

Or doing

Or screaming about

All she sees are colors

Flashing

Lights

Choking

Blinding

Her

But she laughs it all off

Because why not?

Tonight, just like many other nights

With many other people

Sharing the very same feels

She pretended that everything was going to be okay

And danced her demons away

Because that's what the party life was all about.

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I apologize if I may have described the situations wrongly, and although I've never been to a party, these would be the feelings I'd feel if I were to ever attend one.

 Tell me your thoughts?