In a crowded room..
A party to be more specific, I would be the girl watching you.
All of you….
Dressed to blend in, little make up not to draw too much attention, although on a occasion even then some people seem to notice me anyway.
Usually envious glares from girls because I don’t even try and somehow I end up chatting with the hottest guy, unintentionally.
I’m just here to people watch, I don’t like participating.
In the dark corner drinking a martini, and just watching. As the night progresses some of the wasted people get a glimpse of me, they ask me to dance I politely decline, back to invisibility.
I know, it sounds creepy, but from where I’m standing it’s very entertaining.
The girls compliment each others dress with a slight twitch of anger in their faces with that comment, the guy with the girlfriend took way too many shots and now is hitting on a easy girl
Easy girl is insecure she knows his girlfriend but doesn’t mind as he grabs her by her butt and carries her.
Why did I come here again?
Now it gets interesting my cover is blown and I get brought to the VIP table.
Familiar faces from an old life all over
Ironically they are singing “everyday we lit” but they are dying inside
Reminding me why I left this life
The men start grabbing me and in order to not get into a fight I get my jacket and call it a night. As fun as it is people watching, I don’t like being the girl at the party, ill keep up with this bullshit watching reality TV.
Don’t want be mistaken for one of these animals, it isn’t me.
The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It’s the window to my soul.