Bottle and a glass

Door opens, society closes.
The heavy door of a bar, intimidating.
The world outside frozen.
Sitting backwards, my life infuriating.
Holding the bottle in one hand,
The glass in the other.
Does this make me a man?
Why is puberty such a bother?

It hurts me to think.
The bar counter makes me sick.
I lift the bottle for a drink.
Forgetting that reality is a trick.
I can't focus on putting beer in a glass
Who would be my friend?
The guy sitting in a corner with no class.
Do I have to do the same, to pretend?

I am all alone, the comedy starts.
I leave my body to be just me and my mind.
To become one with the sorrowless laughs.
The enlightenment I hoped to find.
Eluded me and entertained the rest.
Leaving me with my bottle and my glass.
You have put me to the test.
Now I will put down my beer and go kiss that lass.

Reviews

[All she wrote]

I really like your poems! You are so good!

[Tobias Rasmussen]

Thanks :D I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them :D you are welcome to subscribe :D I try to make one at least every 24 hours :) though some days I might not write at all

[All she wrote]

Well there are times when we can't get inspiration...But that doesn't change the fact that you are really good!Don't stop, I think you'll be a great poet! I wish you all the best ! :))

[Gracie G]

This is very accurate. Society often tells us what we should do and what we should like, but you have shown that conformity is unnecessary. Nice job.

[Mia Rockwell]

I love this. I can picture myself in this situation the way you write it. Great piece. My favorite so far