Same Bottle Different Tastes Poem by LINET SABASTIAN

I took this drink when I was stressed
I never had enough of it
It tasted bitter but I kept sipping
My sorrows were gone for a moment
And for some time it all seemed well
When I was happy I took the same drink
I was excited, I danced and danced
I had fun and it tasted sweet
When I was anxious it kept me calm
It kept me engaged for some time
I did not think about anything for some time
When I took more than enough it made me stagger
I promised myself never to touch it again


This sweet bitter alcohol from the same bottle
It has different tastes
It makes me act differently.