Euphoric depression

I'm lying naked in the bed and my roommates aren't home to see what they think I do when they are gone

Floating in my head
Tip toeing through my typical and boring concerns like most American women

But there is a place I can go for just a moment

And what happens in my  brain gives me the chemical energy to get up and mime my thoughts in public

Quiet black and white parade of my scars
Disappears between my second beer and the noise of excitement  in the bar