10’o clock hits and she’s 10 shots in.
She’s dressed her best; heels and fur coat, ready to paint the town red.
There are people asking about her, waiting to meet her.
The pressure is on, yet it is all so exciting at the same time.
She takes one last glance at her reflection before stepping out of the house.
“Just one more night,” she tells herself.
As she arrives, people immediately take turns greeting her with open arms.
She is the girl that lights up every room she walks in.
All night people compliment her and tell her how stunning she looks.
“There she goes…. it’s her,” Women whisper.
They are inspired.
“She’s so beautiful,” Men whisper.
They are infatuated.
As she greets new and familiar faces, she holds onto her brightest smile.
She is the girl that has everything a girl can possibly want.
Yet, her heart is empty.
Every time the night ends, so do the lights, camera, and action.
4am and her pillows are always soaked with her tears.
It’s at night when she yearns for something to grasp onto, where she questions what her life has come to.
But as soon as morning arrives, she lives on.
I know because “She” is me.