The clock on the wall reads 11:58 PM
Where are you?
I cannot sit still anymore
pretending that all is well
this party was a bad idea
you insisted so I came
the house has been decorated beautifully for the occasion
the food a tad spicy but delicious
the hostess is so full of grace
28 bright eyed and carefree

I feel like I do not belong
I am cooped up in the parlor
with a group of woman
mid 30's late 40's
all dressed in blue
who I do not wish to ever see again


The one to my right says that she saw you at the pub necking with her little sister Gwendolyn
the one of the left boasted about all the little trinkets you bring to her every Thursday
Pay day no?
The one in front of me bringing in colorful drinks
is praising your looks and masculinity

Why do you go out of your way to belittle me
What is it that they posses, that you cannot find in me?