Neon Tears

Tonight was a night of blurred faces and strobe lights. The curves of bodies all becoming the same. And standing there, as the bass thumped in my chest and the lights flashed on my face, I couldn't help but feel out of place. There I am, in a sea of faces and a hoard of bodies, but I can't help but feel totally alone. I can't help but wonder how many people feel the same. Because if this is all there is to it, I'm done for. I can barely imagine next week passing, let alone another four years with these people. As I stood there and watched a boy who was standing all alone looking at the clock, waiting for the whole ordeal to be over, my eyes welled with tears. Because I know that he will be looking at that clock for a lot longer than the duration of one dance. He'll be waiting for these years to pass, glancing at the analog on the wall patiently. I know not all of them are like this, maybe their good inside. But we sure aren't the wonderful people we make ourselves out to be. You're not different. In the grand scheme of things you're all unconditionally the same. But like I said, I always get my hopes up. This time I thought, maybe just maybe, I wouldn't be disappointed. Boy, was I wrong.