Claps and laughter are banging into my eardrums too loud,
With the thundering felicity of the crowd,
Pulses beating unharmoniously when a random stranger throws up,
The vexing red glare of the solo cup,
Champagne trickling in a pool onto the floor,
This isn’t any different from every other party before,
An overwhelming amount of people here,
Apparently all contained with jubilation and cheer,
But is it necessary to squeal and screech?
It’s sucking away the tranquility like a leech,
Babbling on and on between social circles,
Lopsided conscience as sanity hurtles,
Everyone is dressed so flamboyant and flashy,
Chaotically swaying to this bop that isn’t even that catchy,
Silver pendants and rings glinting far too brightly,
Would they notice if I grimaced ever so slightly?
I’m finding comfort in the darker corners of the hall,
Epically ignoring the popular girl’s call,
The wilting balloons and shriveled banners barricading the ether,
They offer gossip and spotlights when I honestly want neither,
Everything happens so uselessly, so impulsively, so quick,
Oh my god this makes me sick.