The Ugly Sweater

Saturday:

I think I can party with you all I want. But I am panicking. I can't. There are so many of you. Standing behind be. In front of me. Beside me. How do I control you? How?

I can still here the music. But I don't have to face you. I hear the interaction and the words, but I don’t have to partake. You came in the room, but I can only falsely comply to what you want.

I am wearing my ugly sweater. I am my ugly sweater.

Where is the person who will love me someday? The guy who will not hurt me? WHERE? I can only wait so long before I give up.

Maybe I won't find you. If I don't, does it matter? Really? Does it? It does. I want to love.