Irish Gene

Is it the Irish gene

within me that makes me

drink and then cry,

is that what makes me

fight with myself

then wake up in the morning

asking why.

Do I use it for a crutch

in order to give me an excuse

to hideaway from everyone

and act like a recluse.

Why is it so hard for me

to accept my situation,

is it because I am to proud

to ask for contrition

Is that the reason

I always reach for the bottle,

unable to cope

with living life at full throttle

instead I cower away

when life gets a bit tough

believing anything I may achieve

will never be thought of as good enough.