At times I think that you should try,
To close your lips and hold your breath,
Unless of course you want to die,
A much hastier and painless death,
Don’t show you’ve been affected,
To yet another so called friend,
So that you won’t be rejected,
And may continue to pretend,
Like everything’s been fine for years,
Another glass of lies you pour,
Hide your pain and halt those tears,
To escape the life you now abhor,
Far too scared to show your face,
Behind a painted mask you hide,
Still trying to ignore this place,
And brushing all your hope aside,
You’ve acted out this irksome mime,
Secretly you’ve lost your grip,
Disregarding the hands of time,
As you take yet another sip,
I find you often irritating,
Becoming my unwilling task,
Your attitude is so frustrating,
When trying on another mask,
So very eager to please,
And so destined to fail,
You’re talking with ease,
Though your mind is so frail,
Thoughts are scattered,
What is it you want?
Another glass shattered,
A drunken jaunt,
I now have to warn,
Your guard is down,
The pages all torn,
Your mask a frown,
I see another bloodied fist,
From a wall you hit today,
I think that I must now insist,
It’s time again to go away.