What do I do now?
I'll stop, I'll stop...
tomorrow.
'You're becoming an alcholic.'
A seventeen year old alcholic?
Never.
I like to escape,
I like to forget.
You could never understand why.
Soon I will forget about friends, family.
I will forget my life?
No, never.
I'm not an alcholic.
I need no A.A. meetings,
I am not anonymous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There two kinds of alcoholics those who can function and those can not We call them functional, and nonfunctional alcoholics. One works every day just to celebrate The other calls off sick, bums money for another drink and continues to celebrate So to the alcoholics who are anonymous which one are you? Thanks for the poem, its great