Category : Poems

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It's humid.
The lights that shine out in the darkness,
Blinding.
I just stare down at the pale skin of my thighs.
I feel lost inside,
confused on where to go next.
Ah, people are leaving the building.
I hear doors shutting and slurred words,
Hope everyone makes it home okay.
Scared at being alone at night,
In a parking lot,
Made to wait for a friend who might not need me.
I wait anyways,
It's nice to feel useful.
Most of the time, 
I feel like my mouth is sewn shut,
And I have a hard time telling people no.
Like I said it is nice to feel useful,
Even if the person you are waiting comes stumbling out,
Their arm wrapped around someone else.
I guess they didn't need me after all.