Invitations of shame and guilt
with little balloons covered the front
scratches of envy tore apart
along pencil lines between faint marks
concealed by mistake and a bolded words
for these invitations
were meant to be heard
I was invited to a party for once
with my little blue dress that covered me up
the presents sat quiet along with the lights
for shame had arrived
with practiced delight
pouring a cup of something called guilt
and I in the corner sitting so still
I know I was invited
to a party for one, but
guilt did not leave until shame was done
as meaningless noise escaped out the front
I did the same without a hush
I will be back, I always am
for an invitation had said my name
with pink little writing
and a balloons on the front
I was invited
to a party for once.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 12:46 AM UTC
Invitations of shame and guilt
with little balloons covered the front
scratches of envy tore apart
along pencil lines between faint marks
concealed by mistake and a bolded words
for these invitations
were meant to be heard
I was invited to a party for once
with my little blue dress that covered me up
the presents sat quiet along with the lights
for shame had arrived
with practiced delight
pouring a cup of something called guilt
and I in the corner sitting so still
I know I was invited
to a party for one, but
guilt did not leave until shame was done
as meaningless noise escaped out the front
I did the same without a hush
I will be back, I always am
for an invitation had said my name
with pink little writing
and a balloons on the front
I was invited
to a party for once.
