Not much of a party but...

How nice it must be
to feel
like the world
owes you something.

To not live
like your very existence
requires a
good enough excuse.

'Cause when you feel
like your every breath
should come with
an apology,

you go through most days
like a party
that you were never
exactly invited to.

Keeping your expectations
lower than
your eyes
at the possibility of
contact with another's.

With your tongue
held tightly
to your chest

Your every action
a shitty attempt
at justifying
your life.

From time to time
you think:
"Maybe I should just leave, there's not much here for me anyway"...



...and sometimes you believe it too.