I'm just like a bird, assembling my nest,

And Mum says I'm golden, a real treasure chest,

Keeping others away, I shut my lid,

No one's set to realise: I'm just another party kid,

I'm not the one to admit to it,

I'll be the one to start something lit,

Maybe a party, maybe a fire,

Or perhaps it's my burning desire.

My intentions I can't control, my feelings I can't obey,

And when others ask, I say I'm just 'Okay',

But am I ok with the mess that I'm in?

Revitalising myself in alcohol to let out my sin,

My sin? Yes my sin, that singular occurrence it happened within,

Then I count and realise that my sins; don't really allow me to win...

No medals for me, except some therapy sessions,

An alcoholic awareness class, and countless more lessons,

I partied too hard, I lost my meaning,

Don't make this relatable, or you'll be grieving.