Frustration turns inwards.
We know this all too well-
It's etched on our arms,
yeah, etched on our arms.

And, I'll ask you silently
whether the memories are
worth it, already knowing
that you'll answer with a lie.

Neon tipped party pens
and startled eyes- lively
beats and jittery feet;
just another social trend.

'Though it's more than that.