but i’m noticed.
for the first time
this entire night,
the world noticed
that i’m out on the floor,
and they pull me back
to get me to dance.
unaware that i’ve
just been ditched
by the one i danced with
and not really in the mood,
they pressure me.
they want me to
have fun and dance along
to some shitty 2000’s pop
when all i wanna do
is go home and
figure everything out.
they’re not about that,
“you’re not going home yet,
this is a party,
come out and have fun!”
i don’t want to kill the vibe,
but i don’t want to force myself
to do anything right now.
it only gets worse
when the drinks come out.
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