Third Thought

It. Bothers. Me.
I just entirely miss the point.
I see it, but I don't.
It alters you, changes you, some for worse, some for better.
But even if it's for the better, it's not you
It's you through the filter of alcohol
I don't want a version of you
I want the you in your clearest mind
Not the you when alcohol lets you borrow it's cajones for an hour
It's a shortcut to sociability
I want intimacy from the heart, and bravery from the soul, it's more difficult sober, but worth much more
I don't want to be drunk
I want to be me
I don't need poison in my system
I don't need a big red cup in my hand
Or a blunt for that matter
If can feel happy, relaxed, and sociable all on my own, and I don't need any substances to pick up the slack for me, thank you very much.

But I would be lying to say I'm not curious
I have drank before, and always responsibly
It tempts me though, to let it loosen me up
And that temptation makes me despise drunkenness all the more

Prohibition had the right idea, if people can't prevent themselves from getting drunk, someone should do it for them
It's not a private problem
It hurts those who don't drink
You're your stupidest drunk, and do things you would never dream of doing when sober
You're more susceptible to being manipulated

Are people that desperate to escape their own feelings?