I am not judging.

conformity. socialism. pian. fear.
retreat.
there's no option, nor was there ever a choice to be apart of any of it.
it's
just one thing that happened.
glue-nice an inviting at first, a calm, mellow, enjoyable time.
then your stuck,
unable to take back decisions previously made.
so you keep going.
more glitter, more glamour.
we trip over our own two feet, as your hair is being held back.
some fun time,
the pictures tell the tale.
we all do it.
not quite sure who's laughing or at what point it is no longer funny.
maybe laughter is the only way to cope.
I am no lier.
and we don't need a mirror.
tomorrow you'll say sorry.
and tonight i'll sleep soundly.
This is quite normal, for you,
for me,
for all of us.

shame on who?..