A party: Music blaring loud,

There’s drink, soft drugs, a laughing crowd,

A scuffle, then a fight breaks out,

The teens surrounding laugh and shout.

Slow-dancing couples head upstairs,

Too young for that; too drunk to care,

I see my friend, drinking outside;

She said she’d stay with me. She lied.

And isn’t this a teenage dream?

Don’t we all want the party scene?

We’re all obliged to spend one night there-

Dream? No, welcome to my nightmare.