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1 May 2020

My friends once told me I need to stop drinking

And so I did, I stopped drinking for them

They thought the lack of alcohol would stop the anger

They thought the lack of alcohol would stop my sorrow

They think they are right, and I will tell them they are

But in all honesty, it is all still there, boiling under the surface

The only difference is I do not let it all out while sober

The alcohol lowers my inhibitions far enough that a tiny piece

Of the real me can poke its sad, angry, stupid head out

That tiny piece scares them, they may disown me if they knew the

Full extent of the emotions hiding behind my sober mind

If they knew like I know, maybe the tiny piece of me would not seem so bad