Rouge

i put on that red lipstick and transform,

my makeup is layered on to the extent i am a stranger in the mirror,

my actions are unrecognizable as well,

alcohol burns my throat,

another man tries to cop a feel,

this time i don’t bother shoving him away,

surrounded by all these people,

yet i don’t know anyone,

we dance the night away without a worry in the world,

forget that we are only teenagers,

that our biggest worry is completing our homework or studying for midterms,

how did we end up in this place?

- i don’t belong, please take me away from here

*Just a disclaimer being my age I didn’t actually write this about myself, but I do understand trying to act older than I really am and the pressure to behave in an idealistic way.