I'm staying right here
I'm never going to move.
It doesn't pay me to,
I've nothing to prove.
I only get hurt
when I do leave from here.
People are so cruel,
make me want a beer.
I cannot drink booze,
or any kind of beer.
I'm an alcoholic
so craving I fear.
It's not only that
but anxiety too;
overwhelming panic,
don't know what to do.
It's safer inside
where people can't appraise,
where they cannot judge me
I'm safe from their gaze.
©2012 Cherie R. Boeneman
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