“Are you drunk?”
No, I just feel everything too deeply
Then sometimes not at all
And never discreetly

I am tortured
And
Confused
My own agony is my muse

I view this life through a melancholic lens
     And though the world may love to
Numb & Pretend
I’ll be
******
Before I follow such a trend

So please darling
Do not be one to misinterpret
Nor allow this to be a deterrent
            
I am not drunk
I am simply just
A Poet