I Hate Fireworks

The fireworks explode from outside the car window, each the same as the next. How many more times do we have to sit through them until the novelty wears off. And it's alot less enjoyable when you're alone and would rather be anywhere else. The tinted glass dims the luster but the sound of each explosion blasts through the air. Why are we here? Because as long as we're playing by majority rules, I am always going to lose. No matter how you do the math three will always beat one. If it ends in a tie we all lose, and there's no real point in voting if you already know the outcome. It doesn't matter if we're being selfish or rude, if we happen to wreck some friendships in the process, then bonus. If I could do it all over, I wouldn't even be here. But here I am, here I waste my night, with one earphone and the echos from outside. The images of how it should have been run through my mind like a video on fast forward. Everythings too blurred now because I'm too wrapped up in it all. I'm thinking of drastic ways to make my point, none of them even close to the point I'm really trying to make. My screams are drowned out by the fireworks, my tears frozen before they fall from the cold. My hands shake from the anger, my lips bleed from being bitten. The finale, identical to the beginning bursts into view, and as the sparks fade, there's nothing left but clouds of smoke blowing across the sky.