She was a wallflower, She held her drink and sipped wildly. she was trying to imitate the coolest girl around.
but she couldnt be her but she wished to she failed and never tried again
the music was getting loud she felt like her thoughts would get lost she needed an escape she flew
so she rushed to the washroom locked herself shut her ears the voice was still raging
the music was growing louder and the noise inside her head turned up
she held her fist tight.
she later came out fine people were kissing and making out and dancing with their partners like they'll never see another day
she knew she 'll unlike them but those days will be days of dark and gloom alone separated quiet
she wanted to be a part of the group she didnt belong to
red lipsticks flashy rings and expensive phones, they howled while she discussed of
twisted spines and
broken bones.
i was trying to find some sleep last night,instead i made it up,not exactly how i wanted to put it,but its just a rough piece,a ramble,precisely,and i am the 'she' in this poetry.thanks **