The drink had been poured as a fire inside burned
But cigarette smoke in the room made me sleepy
She had looked me in the eye, I had simply gazed
I thought she must hate me, she spoke differently
Self esteem falling while my fear had returned
I thought, weakly, I need to find a way to retreat
Time to flee, I couldn't survive, couldn't maintain
I had to let go of my grasp, this fear wouldn't last
It was time for me to allow myself to live again
I'm not perfect, and being flawed =existence
“We all are men, in our own natures frail,
and capable of our flesh; few are angels.”
William Shakespeare
