Shoes go click-click down the hall
hemmed last week
hair pulled back
lips painted
Skin caked
smile
terrified
feet will hurt
throat will burn
smile for the sake of conformity.  
in the same black dress
in tuxedos
Pretending that we are all not terrified
Pretending we are grown
the perfect kids they want us to be

terrified of fitting in so snug I can't move
making myself fit in now
when I want to leave I’m stuck
suffocated by the actions of past me
so desperate to fit I refused to think of leaving