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Jun 2014
People were dancing,
taking in shots

                     high dancing on
                          loud music.

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 **
ComplicatedCharmer
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ComplicatedCharmer  India
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