Act Like You Care

Act Like You Care

 

 

 

 

 

 

I smile awkwardly,

      hang out in the corner,

 

or something.

 

Wishing the floor would eat me alive,

      the room would reveal a new shadow to stand in.

 

This never happens… much.

 

mostly I just linger near the fridge, or the back door,

                              and listen.

 

Then the fourth beer kicks in (beer was invented by accident, they were hoping for Prozac)

 

and I become a better guest.

 

This lasts until the sixth beer…

      then I become the guest you wish you hadn't invited…

            if for no other reason than

 

I just stop pretending…

 

I guess that's the worst.