Prom Night

Sparkling faces
Eager to win
Tiny bodies
As small as a pin

Hands drop in slits of paper
Into the tiny cardboard box
Not saying a word
Acting as sly as a fox

There I am
Sitting in my pink dress
I feel so stupid
I want to get out of this mess

Popular one day
Loner the next
I just sit here in the dark
Opening my phone, going to text

I don’t want to be here
In this bubblegum dress
In fact the thought about being the prom queen
I could care less

Getting up from my seat
I go to the restroom
I sit on the sink
In my own little tomb

And there she enters
An enemy against everyone else
She walks in with her dark glory
Her name being ‘Kels’

Her pale hands go into her purse
They reveal a box
She finds a match
All thoughts lost

‘Wanna smoke?’ She asks me
I shake my head like a fool
She looks disappointed in me
Remarks, ‘Man, I thought you were cool!’

Of course I can’t argue to that logic
I then nod five seconds after
’Never mind, let me have one’
Ten minutes later I can hardly make out the laughter

Then when we’re done we get up
I hear my name being screamed
Confused I step out of the bathroom
I hear, ‘You were elected prom queen!’

I however did not want this
Not wanted at all
And I run away
My moment to shine began to fall

My life was a lie
They don’t know who I am
I wasn’t popular, but goth
It was all a big scam