The Misfit
I sit here almost as if I don't exist. The music is loud, I'm distracted. The glow from the black lights are what I'm using to see with. I should just go home. What thoughts are going through these peoples heads? They are not normal.The music slows down, mellow. Is this a bad dream? What is going on? What do these people want? I'm sitting in the corner, no one is paying any attention, that's good. I'm overwhelmed. Too much going on in my mind again.
I look at these people and think how normal my life is. I'm the misfit on the island of misfits. I don't belong. How long can I do this? I feel like crying, but why? Only the weak cry. I have to continue to be strong. I'm crying inside. Just sad. I'll be okay.
The men that come in here make me sick, I cringe, total disrespect. Do I go home, do I stay and try to make some money? Pretend, fake smile, like I care about these people. I don't. Shallow? I can't care. I only care about my loved ones. Sorry everyone if that makes me a bitch. Doesn't the manager see me sitting here? Do I have to ask? Just say it! Go home! There is no money here, isn't that the whole point? Why am I wasting my time? Why?
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