Truly Myself?

Drunk words slur together, forming sentences and I have no idea what I am even saying.
My thoughts are jumbled and my head is aching, my body both hot, cold and shaking.
Confusion running round and round.
I sit there crying not making a sound.
I'm not really myself.
Or maybe I am a more pure version of myself.
One not tainted by self-doubt and filters.
My mind no longer being sheltered
My mind finely free to say what it truly feels.
Breaking through all of the old seals.
No longer hiding behind my attempts to just be friends.
Alchohol brings that all to an end.
When I'm sober the walls will come right back into place.
My drunken, self leaving without a trace.
So when intoxicated listen to me
And you will see
What I truly think and feel
Will all be revealed.

Reviews

[Tanner Kutchman]

This poem brings to the table, a new perspective on drunkenness yet at the same time retains the old view on drunkenness. The speaker claims that alcohol does not cover your emotions but brings them to the top. A very enlightening but dark poem. Great READ!!

[MoriartyMesa]

Someone once said to me, "Drink is a fancy owner, but cruel master" And after this very respectful lady said this, she also said "But the drink will always all you to be honest, damned ain't?"

[Gee]

Really like this.Alcohol is like a truth drug that brings buried feelings,thoughts out into the open.

[Serenity]

Thank You :) I really appreciate that review :3

[Gee]

You're welcome