we're pretending that we're so cool,
with our terrible dancing and music
but we keep doing what we do.
we were ballistic until the sun rose.
jumping around to the same five lyric-less songs
not dancing, jumping.
our society is messed up,
but for that moment,
that night,
we were okay.
we lived with nothing but our hearts upon our sleeves.
our smiles weren't fake that night,
just 68 thirteen year olds having the time of their life with out their parents for 4 days.
there was no drinking or ****,
we were high off of each others energy.
we were feeding off it.
i felt alive.
i saw the world in colour.
PLEASE READ
this was about the time were my whole grade went on a trip and we had a huge party and it was great, i was so happy.
i've had this written for a while and i haven't gotten the courage to publish it, well here it is. i thought it was the right time because my poems are so depressing and this poem makes me smile so yeah.
what do you guys think?