Splinters & Shards

Bitterly caught in the rain without my umbrella.
I absently wonder when I’ll cease making an utter ass out of myself at every turn.
I have a strange urge to crawl under a rock and explode, privately, into little pieces.
My confidence has fled perfectly away, my spirit is indeed daunted.
There are no outrageous antics to pull in order to remedy the situation.
Alcohol is a monster that causes its consumer to make a fool out of themselves, and then their antics are blamed on an innocent bystander.
I can’t comprehend nor balance the unfairness of it all.
"Life’s not fair"….well then should we not all stop vying for it?
Curling up into a ball and hiding from the world.
It’s a coward’s way, but I am simply far too apathetic to care.
– Amanda