she is the master at charades <br />never letting them see who she really is <br />once they get too close she staggers back <br />and does all in her power to make them leave <br />prefering to hurt them with lies than to show them the truth <br />she does this while knowing she wants them <br />not only wants, but needs their love <br />but because of her lifes teachings all she can do is run <br />they beg her to stay, beg her to share her demons <br />still she runs for fear that they may not accept her <br />or worse they will accept her despite her defficiency to stay <br />one day she stops and looks around realizing what she wants <br />she wants this to stop and to stop huring other ppl <br />now home alone in the house she walks to the liquor cabinet <br />grabs a green bottle praying its vodka <br />to her displeasure it is not. it is martini mix <br />she fumbles through the cabinet desperately <br />til she uncovers a bottle of whiskey feverishly she yanks it open <br />knowing th tast will be horrid and the burn fill her body <br />she takes a tremendous swallow of the vial liquid <br />it burns not only her throat but also her tongue throat nose and ears <br />with this oain comes a sense of pleasure <br />for she knows her worries shall fall with this drink <br />one swallow isnt enough so she has more <br />trying to make it more bareable by adding pepsi <br />now she is ready to face him. hell blazing in her eyes <br />she turns on the instant messenger and unleashes her fury <br />not just her fury but her sorrow self resentment and utter confusion <br />finally she broke down; ; let someone in <br />today was the last say she would hold stuff in.<br /><br />Kacey Hauck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/change-138/
