Bare skin on display.
Bass, pounding out my ear drums.
Toxins on tap.
I have to stomach that
But I just can’t,
This scene just makes me sick.
Strobe lights dancing,
Hearing “suck my dick” in every song
Like that’s the best way
To satiate my hunger…
But its just me standing outside
Of a full room
Repleat with empty people.
I want to grab the microphone,
Let them all know that we’re equal in some way,
But I can’t,
And that pains me deep within.
Short skirts and flirtatious grins
To tempt me into them.
But I turn my face from misdirected attractions.
Now I know the club isnt for me,
Standing on the outside
Watching lonely souls fill
The blank spaces I left behind.