Not for me

Smoke in my face

Stuff in my hair

Puke on my shoe

I don’t want to be there

Head hung low

Wrinkle at the smell

Step away from the chatter

I’m just living hell

Plod back home

Pour myself a drink

Kick off my shoes

I sit, rest and think

Pick up a book

Or turn on the TV

Or start the music

I let stories from all three

I like a little party

I like a social buzz

But for me, not everyone

I just love no fuss

It doesn't make me special

or weird or strange

nor does it make me better

or intelligent or "top range"

No smoke in my face

No stuff in my hair

No puke on my shoe

I'm glad I'm not there

Reviews

[Bhumika Devkota]

Great poem, even if somethings you love isn't what others like, as long as it's good for you, do it.

[Quinn]

Exactly. Thank you for reviewing.