Isolation

I wipe the bottles away. I don't have a cure.
It's got to be boring living so pure.
Excepting does'nt go both ways.
Too many questions I can't begin to raise.
Your so dismissing, shaking your head.
You walk away and I follow if lead.
Demeaning and belittling like my own kin.
It's more troublimg to you that I don't fit in.
I can't follow the mode, my body won't hold.
Thought that meant I was getting weak and old.
Weaker still is the sorrowful longing.
Dwelling on the fact your heart isn't calling.
Drink conjures it all, makes me want more.
Until I'm sleeping on the bathroom floor.
It's so easy for you to ignore, from downstairs that familiar snore.
It does'nt seem like fun then. It's not fun to me anymore.