Gyrating to the music, grinding with 406 others like myself
Grinding with more guys than I can count, feeling beautiful
Feeling the euphoria roll off me in gratifying waves
This is an entirely new experience for me.
I sweep my eyes over the undulating crowd--my friends
In a matter of days, they've learned so much more about me
More than anyone else back in my stifling little hometown
Where they want to smother me under a metaphorical Bell Jar.
Here, here it is different because I'm finally being myself
I've taken my true form, away from restrictions, limitations
My fears unfounded, these people accept me despite me
Or perhaps because of me, now that I'm finally alive
Nothing matters here, and yet everything still does
I'm not judged for past transgressions and misgivings
I've been treated like something, someone worthwhile
And I can't begin to describe how exhilarating that is
That sense of belonging, like none I've ever experienced before
I can feel myself changing inside, throwing away others' rules
Taking a moment, I wonder if anyone back home will realize
Will see these new revelations and celebrate them with me
I know already, that won't be happening any time soon
But I don't need them to validate my life-changing experience
I can feel it happening now, which will be all that really matters
Since they won't even believe me when I tell them everything.
I glance at Ryan's watch as we dance and sway with the music
(Rap, hip-hop, country, alternative, and ever-classic rock and roll
Like nothing they play at the conforming school dances back home)
This night, I deny the fact that soon it will have to come to an end
And that tomorrow I will board a plane and never see anyone again
It is 12:07 A.M.
My new world ends today.