Another Glass Poem by victoria haigh

Why do i do it
i honestly dont know
Its a confidence thing i think
i need to feel relaxed and at the same time alert.

Yet the alertness ebbs as another glass is filled
but i dont actually realise this
i am soley aware that i feel happy, content even
In this false fuzzy glow the alcohol alludes

Yes i feel good
And yes i walk proud
Yet i dont really see the clear reality of any situation
I smile wide and my tongue is loose
I feel im the popular, beautiful woman of the room

But as i glance at myself i stop for a while
My reflection shows a sight i hate
i cannot clearly focus and i feel a sudden fright
as people i felt safe with are dissapearing from sight

And a crowd of strangers are in their place
Looking at me with amusment and disgust
Take me from here please let me be home.