Night falls once more, the streets flood
The lines are as long as the ones in the bathroom
I put on my best outfit, makeup all over
For who? Surely not for me
The music stings my ears as much as the drink does my throat
11 PM, 12 AM, 1…
When does this get good? When does this start to be fun?
Sweat cascading my face, I yawn deeply towards the ground
The best years of my life
And I don’t know why
But me and my friends
We remain as empty as the bottles that we drink
A chore for my youth
To be free, to dance, to drink, to stay awake
I shouldn’t want to miss this
But on this dance floor filled with people
I’ve never felt more alone
Strike Out,
Writer: Ellie Dover
Editor: Shelby Wingate
Athens
