There’s too many people
In the living room
Making small talks
Covering the basics
What they do
Where they’re from
The weather’s looking rather good
Jokes about whatever it is
I wonder if we can skip
These small talks
Meaningless small talks
Killing time
Disguising awkwardness
I wonder why we do this
Meaningless small talks
Covering the basics
Repeating it
To everyone newly met
Disguising awkwardness
Killing time until the party ends
We go home with nothing but jokes and names
of someone we still barely know
Acquaintances
Is what small talks make people into
Not friends
Just someone you met at the party
I wonder why we do it
Gather together
Using small talks to fill in the gaps
Meaningless and dull
Just because we have to
It makes me uncomfortable
Is this what we’re doing with our time
It stresses me out
We could have been doing something else
Anything but this
Is it just me
Or does small talks really cheer people up
Bring them together
Like their laughters are genuine
Because I know mine’s not
Sitting there wondering
Is this why we’re all here for
Talking about food
Nodding but not listening
There’s too many people here
People I’ve never met
And maybe never will again
I’ll forget about their names
Their Interests
Or what they look like
After a few days
So why are we doing this
Hanging out
Talking about everything but nothing
Trying to be part of something
More people are coming in
And it makes me feel queasy
The room is not big enough
And the noises are too loud
People trying not to miss out
I guess anyone could do without this party
After all it’s just for fitting in
With a bunch of new strangers we will soon call friends
But really, we still don’t know much about them
Or will forget about them soon enough
So why are we doing this
Something that will lose its meaning tomorrow
Talking about everything but nothing
Laughing to jokes awkwardly
But don’t really understand why it’s funny
Is this what we really are
Consists of small talks
Everything but nothing
Butterfly Poetry 