Being alone,
It serves me well.
Clears the thoughts just as much.
I ought to remember such a thing.

When you are around,
And they're with me, watching,
And I am around, watching,
And all around are smiles, voices and teeth,
and wide pupils, fixating on my mouth,
In circles,
And bouncing all over my head.

I don't need alcohol for that.

Suspended in my chest.
I am still thirsty and cannot even breathe.
I get angry: why do I "need"?

Only when you all are here,
And I am near you, in here, and you all can see me,
Around you, beside myself,
Never by my side.


© The Wrench Poetry