Not Who I Am

I wish that vodka tasted like water

Be easier to drown the sorrows

I like that whiskey taste like pain

A reminder that joy is borrowed

 

I don’t drink as much as I write I do

I don’t mean to seem so downtrodden

Because most times the opposite’s true

But when writing the happiness seems foreign

 

I’m afraid that fear’s a crutch

I’m angry I use anger so much

It’s sad that I can’t move passed depression

When it comes to successful creative sessions

 

Describing other emotions isn’t tough

I just don’t find those parts enough

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