Phone buzzes, stories coming in like freshly squeezed juice.

I don’t know if they had fun, but I know I couldn’t choose.

Trying to stay true to who I am, but who is that really?

When everybody around you seems to have it figured out, clearly.

Stuck in a paradox, struggling with finding reality.

I love to decide on what’s right, but hope they think highly of me.

Maybe I should just give in, for the sake of trying something new.

I don’t want to miss out, cause the other option is something nobody else wanted to do.

Inhale through your lungs, and it’ll be alright.

At least that’s what they said, but the outcome isn’t that bright.

I hate giving in, and it sucks to waste my time.

It’s a never ending thing, but the choice is never mine.

All smiles over here, but make sure to add the booze and the nicotine too. There’s always something to try, always something to do.

Maybe I should go, I mean, it’ll be fun right?

Everybody will be there and I already have the perfect outfit, so why shouldn’t I go right?

Yes, or no?

Hmm Yes…. No!

But it was already too late, no choice was made.