Ah geez

, yes...with marching bands and clasping symbols...clowns and whistles; jesters at my hips, red paint on their lips; smiles painted on, eerie frowns when turned upside down. I'm the marionette, my strings in tangled knots; jingle bells on curled toes, my hair is done in pretty bows. The crowd laughs while teardrops fill my eyes, I smile&nod&wave, caught up in this denial.
My name is Anne, I'm an alcoholic.