Summer Camp
Is an interesting place.
It's a little corner of the woods,
Where reality has to fade.

No longer do children belt
One Direction, Taylor Swift-
Or whatever other pop songs are popular now.
Instead we sing only songs like
Bazooka Bubble Gum and Princess Pat.

It doesn't matter if you root for
The Bears or the Packers,
Or in my case, the Holyhead Harpies.
It only matters whether you're on
White Team or Blue Team in Capture the Flag.

As a CIT,
I was prepared for more reality than in the past.
With access to phones,
Of course the CITs would spend sometime
In the real world.

But I wasn't expecting so much reality.
As simple, harmless game of truth or dare
Quickly escalated into a vicious game of
Smash or Pass,
in which I was passed 21 and 0.

Then it simply became people going around a circle,
Pointing out everyone's least attractive quality.
What the hell did Nick mean by calling me disproportionate?!

Even at summer camp,
A place where the judgment of every day life
Is supposed to be put on pause,
Hurt can arise.

People still judge based on looks.
No matter where you go.
Even if they're polite to you,
Even if they like your personality,
They still form an opinion based solely on a glance.

The book will forever be judged by its cover,
In real life
Or fantasy
Although it might not matter most,
What's on the outside matters first,
And there's no guarantee someone will care
To read the story within.