She is added to a snapchat group for an upcoming party
Fixing her hair and pitching a smile as she takes a picture to say hi but retakes it about ten times
Invited to the party and ends up going, thinking maybe this time it will be different
The tight room, many people, humid air, sticky walls, and runny mascara
The claustrophobic atmosphere is what makes her never want to leave the house ever again
The claustrophobic atmosphere is what makes her regret having friends
The claustrophobic atmosphere is what makes her hate herself for being herself
Unlike the size zero skinny jean blondes
Unlike her friends who fit into tube tops and mini tennis skirts
Unlike the social butterflies who everyone loves
Why me? Why them?
All these thoughts while her friends dance to Mr.Brightside with varsity athletes
They never know what's happening to her
It is not that they don’t care
It is just that they don’t see.