Writing Prompt 6- Rebellion

so it’s that time again

I don't know what overtakes me

but,

 the weak can't resist.

it makes a sloppy decision
one we always come to regret

it's not all my fault okay?

what am I doing?

before we all know it,

the world is spinning 

and we look at each other like

we know it's wrong

for some reason it never stops us.

maybe it's that rush or that being stupid

is the same as being young 

in a perfect world

we do what we want and 

can't get hurt

can't get caught 

can't think

and you're back in the morning 

fine.

okay.

until someone whispers

"again"