To expose your crumbling vulnerability
Placing hope on a person
To cater to your needs
Of a fantasy fable
What’s the point of prom anyways?
One night to celebrate twelve years?
Making a big fuss to be fancy
Concealing the insecurity and the tears
Why does anything really matter at all?
In the end we’ll all die
So what if Bob rejected you
His, your; the end is nigh
So wear your dress and your tuxedo
And pose with your glorious date
But know everyone you dance with tonight
Will eventually succumb to fate
And all the memories you have
Will be kept in this room
Amongst 90 self-loathing teens
You attract your own doom
Amongst the smiling faces and hyped bodies
All you think about is you
And your prom date is dancing
And none of this is new
None of this is unique
None of this is special
It’s been done to death
Yet it’s the magnet to our metal
These tropes persist
Will forever exist
Adding on to the list
Of clichés you did not resist
…
But it’s all good
After all, it’s just fun
Pose and party with that prom date
Until you see the sun
A societal label