Dressing Room

How is that funny?

Over and over

The same joke

Hilarious and 

Redundant

So out of place

I’ve never felt so

Different

Before, I could pretend

But now I 

Am out in the open

All they do

Is touch

And scream

And talk about

Each other.

All I ever hear

Is screaming.

I regret

Trusting it would

Work out

But at least

I could convince

Myself not to worry

And trick

My common sense

Into resigning. 

At least I made

It this long

In the dark.