Some poems are better read aloud; this Is one of them. None the less, this is my 'better read aloud' poem

This is the poison that you know you’re taking, touring around this unholy world.

In the pretend surreal, we welcome the drinks and leave the honesty.
Internal cries of suppressed emotions battle the make believe- Look at me...I’m so unhappy.

With his arrogant arm slapped across my naked shoulder, the good world has past and this-is-my life.

Slide the drinks; take a pic, if I took my pick I know I wouldn’t be here. But I’m here.
And I’m just sitting here. What am I actually doing here?

She comes over and taps my shoulder “Are you ok?”
“Yeah yeah, I’m fi- ‘’ -
She brushes me off because he brushed her thigh; so I close my tainted eyes and remain in this unholy world. I said this isn’t a- good life!

Girls going up and down, fanning themselves with the blouse they just took off. I’m not them, but we simultaneously gleam the dispirited emotion slowly killing us on the inside.

I hear Donaeo. I shouldn’t be here.

I shouldn’t be here because books of ‘How to survive uni’ sit dustily on top of my desk.
You know what sits on top of that? My worries.
And you know what sits on top of that? My mother’s concern.
I’ve come to uni, and what have I actually learnt...

I’ve learnt to skank.