Escape.

Laughter fills the room, a smile dances on her face.

Everybody is around her,

crowding the hallway in the room.

Alcohol drips into their mouths as they bounce up and down.

They party

for the life that grips them tight

but only grips her tight in this moment.

Fire swirls inside,

but does not erupt.

It sinks into a pit while a foreign feeling surrounds her

like the sunshine that ebbs her skin

making it bright         

as it masks the fire inside.

In the room of laughter, she no longer wants to escape.

In the spinning room

that is her.

Now she stands amongst her friends.

They smile. She smiles.

Her spirit lifts away from her.

Revealing who she wants to be.

Only to smash right back in,

slamming her body with a force that pushes her.

In a room of laughter that is not her.

She grips her body tight.

Clings to life, tears run down her face.

Those moments she is happy,

but not herself.