Sobered Poem by maya crisol

Now that I am sobered
I am trhinking...
what was i thinking last night?
were they even called for?
I am remorseful
formidably shameful
those confessions....
I shouldn't have told you...
now i feel like a freak show!
I hate this kind of low!
I hate it when I do this to me!
I am a blabber mouthed fool!
Can't i just evaporate completely
it's totally strange and uncool
Gotta hide, I should be alone!
In a crunk state...drunken zone
There's only one thing to do
never trust myself on its own! ! !