The "In" Crowd
Incognito at the Table
Just fit in.
Ignore the differences.
Lock away my true self.
Act like someone else.
Just fit in.
*****
Hanging out with the "in" crowd.
Laughing at jokes that cause disgust.
Smiling at the unforgivable.
Feeling gross fifteen minutes in.
Lonely and unseen.
*****
Longing for those not here.
Those who would never fit with this crowd.
Those who would choose a different... everything.
What are they doing tonight?
Why am I even here?
*****
Wanted a night out
To stop feeling restless and alone.
Accepted the call.
Prioritized looking great.
The only “great” for me tonight.
*****
This could be the last event.
I could say no next time.
I could decide to find my tribe
Instead of just being agreeable
And not being me.
*****
Walking around in a stranger’s skin,
Using a stranger’s voice,
A stranger’s laughter,
A stranger’s look.
Adrift in the muck of “fitting in”
*****
What a lie.
To be authentically me would rush me home.
My true community would be my family.
Happiness, freedom, security.
I need to get home to authenticity.
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