written June 16, 2014

"Guilt thrives beneath my skin
As I think within
Of my unbearable sin
I can't believe I attended this journey I'm in
How long has it been?
Since I've been drinking gin?
And of course, many other liquors
Beer seems to be my chosen fate
But how funny is it that I relate
To my alcoholic family trait
Thought it was all so great
But now I'm stumbling and can't even walk straight
And of course, think straight too
I chug this brew
As I am winning this game for us two
But us two are just a few individuals who
Can chug 4 beers and not be through
And of course, this is high school
But why are we feeling so cool as we fill our bodies with liquors and fuel
That is nothing but hurting our bodies,
It's cruel
Or maybe it's not about being cool.
But about not being over ruled or ridiculed for the way that we are
Of course,
These are just one girls thoughts
As she sits at the bar, distraught
And this is the of course source
of all teenage discourse"