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deafening music,
clicking glasses,
spilling drinks,
faces I don’t recognize
staring right at me
scandalous outfits,
flashing lights,
choking smoke of cigar
and drunk people
all around me
no, I don’t want to dance
no, I’m not having a drink
I have a smile on my face
but I’m planning my escape
I’m certain I don’t belong here.
Mariam Shittu
Have you ever felt this way? This poem was inspired by Alessia Cara’s song, Here.
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Totally 100% can relate to this. Thanks for sharing, Mariam!
You’re welcome ❤️
Yes. Here is what I thought of as well. (As if the header didn’t make it any more evident).
I totally get the feeling of feeling lonely and out of place in a group or crowd.
I am like you. I don’t belong to that ostensible life 😊🌸
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