All my friends are anonymous
Alcoholics
I tell them that I too can understand
I want to understand fully
I am anonymous too, after all
I would like to be one with a past
But I failed to become one
With alcohol

They see through my trials, they
Say I didn't try hard enough, they
Say they can love me despite my deficiencies
They say that they
Understand
But I know
Between us there always remain
Their private glass of under
Standing