Shadow

At every meeting behind every podium I stand when I have the floor And times when I don't I stutter before I speak Only slightly, for I have control No one sees the shadow that crosses my face I swallow down the desire to speak the truth It isn't any of their business I get to the business at hand Stifling my desire It has ruined me Made me into what I am At the end of every day Behind my front door I bow down I lay on the floor I drink I drink to my loss I loose control And slip into the shadow I smile and whisper the words "My name is Bill and I am an alcoholic"