A Poem to Anyone Trying to be Sober at a Party

I’m at the bar and this is my 10th attempt on sobriety.

Do I really have a problem?

Or Am I just overreacting?

I mean, this is normal, everyone drinks.

My friends seem to be having fun.

I wanna have fun too…

Is that too much to ask?

I’ll just have one drink.

I’ll control myself this time.

First drink hits my mouth,

Wow, It’s like putting on a mask.

Suddenly, my body wants to repeat.

Ok, one more drink.

I start feeling a little bit better,

I start remembering why I love to drink.

The conversation starts to flow,

Everything feels effortless,

I start feeling invincible.

I don’t want to let this feeling go.

Ok, One more drink.

Time flies by,

I stop counting my drinks.

I start feeling a little numb,

And with my face a little dumb.

I take one more drink,

And realize I could do this forever.

I get afraid.

One more drink is a dangerous game,

No point on idealizing the escape

For today you have realized,

That this doesn’t make you happy.

But you still take one more drink.