a smoky corner,
away from strobe lights
and loud music,
sits a lonely figure,
came to experience teenhood.
if only she had one friend,
to laugh, talk, drink with.
instead, too scared to dance alone,
a single tear falls,
and is brushed away before make up is smudged.
if only one person came to talk to her.
Love, Peace, Chocolate *mmmmmm*