LOSER

When the liquor hits quick I find myself slurring up the past, in attempts to reclaim my body and separate myself from the hell I once was. To proclaim my family doesn't see me for all I've changed, their view years behind and unrefined, yet finding its home again and again on the nights where the glasses clinked and end up empty to be collected along with the divide from the wholeness I am now, from the girl I once was.