Everybody’s suited up in shades of black
Faking all that maturity that you lack
Responsibilities tied up to your spine
It is no longer okay for you to whine.
Strange faces and strong disapprovals
They walk about quietly like in the chapels
You know you are the one being judged
I hope it isn’t a crime to be so scared.
I might even fear the lady at the reception.
A tiny point stressed out with confusion
What should I say? ‘Hi’ or ‘Good Morning’?
I can feel the spot inside my heart burning.
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