She let out screams of laughter
Shining through her smiles
Danced her way to glory
Till her breath could calm a while
The lady there in grey
Wore a dress of melancholic tinge
Her eyes bore the black of night
Her glass empty, for another fill
The mistress in blood red
Seething with anger to brim
Had fists full of rage as her
accessory
Hurling abuses she wanted to kill
The lady next to the door
Stand watching with her heart burning
High heels of envious brand
She loathed them whom she saw achieving
At the corner was Self- contempt
Willing not to meet its own eyes
Looking pretty, doubting as always
Knowing not what to do with life
The hostess
walked in welcoming
The different
shades of Me
The feast
reflecting myriad shades
Those which
belonged to me
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