"Hi, I'm mike,
And I'm an alcoholic.
Here's my story. . ."

******* mike.
I really mean that.

You're telling
Your story
To a room
Full of junkies.

Blank stares
From lucid eyes
Nobody cares
When we hear of your lies.

As your story goes on
something changes.

That dude nodding in the corner
Wakes up.
That girl in the back
Puts her phone down.
I catch a glimmer of light
In the eye
Of the drunk guy next to me.

It almost seems
That these idiots believe you.

Your story continues.
Even I've started listening.
Then it hits me
As I start to realize
The truth.
I hate you even more
Now.

We are one in the same.

******* mike
I really mean that
For showing me
I'm not unique.

Thank you mike
I also mean that
For showing me
I'm not alone.