Forgetting the pain

You sit alone in the dark, a cold beer held tightly. The bottle gently sweats in your grasp as you slowly drown all your memories. The evening which began sadly, slowly turns. You have gone through the looking glass. The tears are forbidden here. Slowly you learn all the things that make you forget, the drinks that dull the pain and the mindless chatter of people. You flee into the night. Always smiling, never allowing anyone to see beyond the mask of your smile.