Fancy Parties

Fancy Parties

Beautiful dresses.
Enchanting music.
Idle chit chat.
Rich foods and odd drinks.
The labyrinth of my brain is now a
Country road

With no inhabitants but music, fashion, and the weather.  

I enchant and enthrall my audience,
But I’m not quite myself.
Those wise voices in my head are
Hoarse and have given up the hope of being heard.
And my words are delivered before I can seal them with my thoughts.

But still we dance and laugh.

I received an invitation out of obligations.
I heard words that soiled good reputations.
Characters in my head that I can’t mend to how I saw them before.

I crawl into bed.
My feet ache from shoes too tight.
I’m tired and don’t feel like a swim.
But a wave of all of my follies of the night crashes over me
And I’m soaked in regret.

I don’t fancy parties.  


- A Girl in Black & White