My therapist asked what am I,
Tryna hide.
I tried to answer,
But instead I cried.
My therapist asked again,
I stay quiet,
So I’m not condemned.
My therapist stayed quiet,
Until I couldn’t fight it.
I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining,
But ill get explaining.

One glass is all it takes,
To numb the pain.
Two glasses is all it takes,
To stop the tears from falling again and again.
Three glasses is all it takes,
To hold up what I cant contain.
Four glasses is all it takes,
To ignore my current mistakes.

Rejection after rejection,
I cant face it.
I feel wasted,
frustrated.
They say don’t get aggravated,
Stay motivated.
Get situated.
The fight isn’t over,
You cant be defeated.
I don't believe it.