Kids my age are partying during a pandemic and I'm conflicted


The whole thing would seem like a red solo cup,
Minute made cliché.
The girls would wear sweaty Brandy Melville,
Talking when they had nothing to say.

Whispers of 'did you see?' and 'did you hear?'
Would mix with complaints of lukewarm beer...
I can't imagine the rest because
I'm not there.

Kids my age are partying in a pandemic
Because they're filled with selfish hubris
It just goes to show the lengths one will take
To catfish and design a perfect life online.

Every second I'm not there
In the shrine that they share
I become more aware
That I'm sixteen, and have a car
But can't go anywhere.

I don't know why I'm jealous.
Why would I even wanna go?
I guess it's cause I didn't get an invite,
It's the thought that counts, you know?

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