Fit in

 


Flashy lights and smoke encircling

What a great life, oh so enchanting

Cups overflowing with liquor of riches

Clicking bottles, screaming bitches


I walked with them and fake laughed

Dragged my first puff and I coughed

Settling for the cheapest beverage

I listened how my life's just average


The constant, nagging need to fit in

Has already broken me from within

Everything's fun and games on crack

Until my inner demons scream back


I avoid the entrapments to avoid me

My vulnerability is not for world to see

I'll drink fancy liquors slow and dull

Pretending my glass is always full

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