Double Standards

I met friends every
Friday when I got home
From my first in-patient stay.
They pretended not to know
That I had been admitted,
Which suited me down to a tee.
I really shouldn't have been
Drinking at all, but I did.

A bubbly girl who
Knocked about with us
At school came by
To catch up with Tia Maria.
And she spoke about
Who got into university.
And she said,
Nick is a stud
Leigh is a slut !
I was just out
Of the psych ward
I was in no position
To stick up for her
And point out her
Contradiction and double standards.

My pals invited
Some people from
Their college class.
A stoner boy said I was hot
And we all just laughed.
This other lady
Was friends with Fred's sister.
And she was trying to
Impress a boy
Too many years her junior.
She seen me at
The bar with lipstick
And she simply said:
I knew you would be here.
I'm not certain what
She was attempting to imply.
But she scowled at me
Every time I spoke to,Brahma

Thanks for the poem. It was well written. I wish I had more to say, but I can somewhat related and I hope you feel better soon.

Oh, the power of words.

This reminds me how much perception colours our world, the existence of all around us.

Cheers.