It's All A Memory

As I look in the mirror

I see-
my swollen face,
beautifully shaped body
in need of a work out,
smeared makeup,
messy hair,
all through the eyes
of a drunken slur.

Where do I stand
in this world of awkward people,
and awful things?

I keep drinking
to keep my heart alive
or drowning,
in my own comfort.

Nothing makes sense
except my messy hair,
swollen face
and young body.

Where is my mind?
Lost in translation.
Quoting songs,
Quoting movie titles.

I see no further
than the bottle in my hand.

This is sad.

Am I sad?

More so

Depressed.

In the most possible
angelic
positive
way.