Life of the Party
The Unnecessary Line
Smile when I arrive.
Shake my hand.
Pat my back.
I am the life of the party.
You don't belong
Claim to be my friend.
Laugh at my humor.
Hug me.
I am the life of the party.
You don't belong
Hang on my every word.
My anecdotes are the best.
Be proud in my presence.
I am the life of the party.
You don't belong
Buy me another drink.
Give me a kiss on the cheek.
Tell me how great I look.
I am the life of the party.
I am
I
am
I...
You don't belong
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Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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I so know that feeling, the fake smile on my face belie the lost me within. That was a great not belong line. Gives me ideas now.
Nice work.
Julie - This is great, I was wondering how this was done. Nicely Done!!
Yowza, I feel you tapping into some raw paradoxical dichotomy. Keep going, there’s a visceral discord that speaks volumes here.