Tired

Darkness was home,

But now I am blinded by light.

Holding false smiles,

While happy memories are caught on film. 

We reminisce. 

Thinking of yesteryear, 

When you still clung to the bottle

And I couldn’t work a lighter. 

I stumble in my heels. 

The Euripides of the party, 

I use tequila and cheap perfume, 

To mask my tragedy.

I still notice the sideways glances-

The looks of concern- 

And I laugh them away, 

There’s nothing a pretty smile can’t hide. 

But even the smallest hurdle, 

Can cause the facade to crumble. 

Sometimes the emptiness feels so heavy, 

And God- Daddy, I’m tired.