Hi, My Name Is… And I’m A Popoholic

Don’t worry about feelings or any form of doubt. 

Don’t worry cause you got pop. 

So many different flavors that temporarily cover-up 

almost every mood and almost every emotion you have.

Don’t worry about what some people might compare this to because due to
your past, 

you’ve figured out what way to stop getting judged and getting your feeling hurt, 

the same feeling your constantly trying to hide away from better
than keeping people

at arm's length so they don’t get that chance or blocking them out altogether. 

Don’t worry about your appearance while looking in the mirror. 

Oh, trust me all the pop you’re drinking will give you a complete makeover. 

Don’t worry, you’ll love it. 

Or don’t, but I mean you can always hope for better. 

Just try a different flavor and maybe you’ll get a different outcome. 

Block people out who define that as crazy. 

You’re not crazy, you’re just not an alcoholic. 

No, you’re a popoholic, 

that still isn’t much better, 

but there’s still a reason behind it. 

There the same reason you claim to still be asleep 

after your name is called ten minutes or so after you say 

prayers or just like you claim to be asleep after hitting the snooze 

for the 13th time and each snooze is in 5 minute increments. 

Hey, but look on the bright side, 

if you don’t have any pop a home, 

you’ll be out in the real world. 

The real world, the code name for trigger number 

one slash excuse to stop by a store to get your fixer-upper for cheap. 

Don’t worry about the money that you spend on the pop, 

you get paid biweekly and this week wasn’t that lucky week. 

So you’ll eventually just make every dime back that you just spent. 

Don’t worry I know this is a lot to remember and 

I understand that keeping track of things can be stressful, but 

again that’s the whole reason we, 

I mean you, no sorry why I drink pop. 

Don’t worry about worrying, we got this. 

Just talk to a friend about it. 

How about, you just call them. 

I mean it’s ok, they could possibly be doing something, 

but that something isn’t with you. 

Damnit, that’s what’s pops for. 

Look… I know we’re alone, 

I mean, I know you feel alone, 

wait sorry let me reword things I acknowledge that I feel alone, but 

that’s what carbonation can fix. 

Each carbonated bubble can fill that void that loves 

from the person you write letters and poems to each night, 

you’ll, we’ll, I’ll never get. 

Each bubble can tickle your nose and give you that laughter 

you’ve, we’ve, I’ve been missing for so long. It’ll fill that void… 

that void that’s remanded a well-known part of the body, 

apart of the heart that’s been with me for as long as I can remember. 

The void that provides the type of lullaby that swoons with the echos of

my heartbeat. 

The heartbeat that only exists through memory,

because the pain has hidden it under years of heavy emotional luggage. 

Don’t worry, pressure makes diamonds. 

Their just diamonds that 

You’re, we’re, I am waiting to become. 

It’ll happen. Trust me, it’ll happen. 

Don’t worry it’ll happen...eventually. 

The best things in life are worth waiting for. 

Pop isn’t the best thing in life, 

which is why you don’t have to wait long for it. 

Don’t worry, you’re on the road to recovery cause you realized you love for pop. 

Love, look at it going towards something consistent, 

in your life. 

Don’t worry about how dehydrated you may feel from time to time, 

just try to drink water. 

Please drink water, 

cause that’s what will keep you alive. 

The longer you’re alive the more 

you’ll, we’ll, 

I’ll need more pop to cope. 

Don’t worry about the negative condensation that might flutter around whatever 

amount of a brain that you have left. 

Be brave, you’re self-doubt, 

silent tantrums and uncontrollable yearn for something better and
by something better. 

I mean, sorry we mean, 

sorry three times a charm, you mean, you want things to change. 

The thing is we all know nothing will change. 

Knowing we know this, 

make the bubbles that follow behind the crip taste of whatever
pop your drinking. 

Don’t worry. 

No, 

don’t worry about your family. 

I mean look at them

their obviously not worried about you. 

Like seriously if they were,

they’d stop you from buying pop, 

which they have before,

but that only drives you to get more pop 

outside of their supervision.

You will feel better. 

We will feel better. 

 I...I will feel better.