Monday, April 2, 2018

8. peer-pressure

but of course,
the same people
that begged me to dance
are begging me to drink.

i get offered alcohol
from almost every person
at this damn event,
people even try
to force it into my mouth,
but i won’t budge.

i want to get
out of this crowd
as soon as possible,
get away from all these
soon-to-be-drunk
raving lunatics
because no one will save me.
all those i’m close with,
including the one i loved,
have long since gone,
and all that is left
is these ones.

why did i not listen
to my better judgement
and avoid the dance floor
altogether?

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