Behold through you as bad as the rest
Through the
Laughing voices
The twirling around the dance floor
The raising of forks and knives
The singing of joyful songs
The people inside of the dresses and the suits
The clean bodies
The styled hair
Behold a secret silent face of loathing and despair
No one wants to be there
They are just performers
On the stage of judgement and blame