Sipping on this alcohol
I am anxious and liberated with my decision
Feeling on top of the world however self conspicuously SMALL
I guess I should not be surprised, I been through this if not once a hundred thousand times
Is this consumption making me feel less lonely or just giving me the strength to grin and bear it
I have been through A.A., I have recovered and relapsed.
I have spent years knocked down and other times got right back on track.
If I were you I would, If I were me I would too
The fact is I am different from the rest of you,
Oh, shit there I go alienating myself and making the usual excuse
Of course, we are all different, I do not have to be stupid, there is a purpose for me I can stop being useless.
So, go ahead and drink up Mike you are tough,
You do not have to feel bad; hell, just say fuck it and do not tell a soul, but will they notice when they see me, with that usual look painted on my face showing the misery.
- Author: MCarman ( Offline)
- Published: November 28th, 2023 10:45
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
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