Climbing Out This Bottle

bound by the liquid, it's masking thoughts and ideas..my actions..this is not me. it's my sickness: my alter ego, fueled by the fear of the truth, pass down through generation after. i'll climb out this bottle to look at a bright sunny day- i'll climb out this bottle to look at your bright happy face. eyes clouded by friendship..you offer no answers when i bleed out questions, but you can't change who does not want to change..i don't want to change. frighten by actions, i run to hide from myself, to numb my feelings, but i can't hide forever, as my liver dries up..the truth has found it's way to the surface in a friend's eye.