Fun Poem by Astra N.

Here I am again,
In a room full of people,
Forced together through tradition,
Of festive fun at the end of the year.
Playing games,
We must get to know each other.
Share,
Then share some more.
We're told we have the option not to,
But I watch one after another,
Succumbing to the peer pressure of it,
Not wanting to be 'that person',
The evil scrooge spoiling the mood,
By being their quiet self.
Don't be yourself,
Is the festive message,
That is hurled at me,
From every corner.
No one cares about your discomfort,
Just don't make others uncomfortable.
Plaster on that smile,
And fake laugh your way through it.
Then go home,
Body and mind reeling,
Overstimulated,
Trying to digest it all,
To calm down,
So I can find myself again.
Be myself again.