Sober Thought

The sun is peeking

through dark clouds

more beautiful than before.

Now my dry lips

smile to deceive others.

A sober thought--

being alone is unbearable.

A restless soul,

late nights under the moon.

It rarely gets easier.

I know what's to come--

the greatest lie.

Lies like razors.

Please notice the sadness

in my eyes.

I often feel

less like myself.

Maybe, just maybe

today is just

one of those days.