Paradox

Upon my ceiling
A slim woman upside down
Her hair flowing black
Fox like smile

I caught a question
Asked in her cheery demeanor
I didn't have the answer
To her implication

I must be unwell
To see this flimsy woman
Crush a wall with a flick of a finger

Her eyes narrow
And they aren't friendly
I must have a drinking problem

I yell and I sneer
But she won't stay away
An insect to squash in her opinion
Insane, I need a drink

Grand delusion
Yeah, I'm nearly convinced
Until I see her shadow
Accompany me

I must be unwell
To see this flimsy woman
Crush a wall with a flick of a finger

Her eyes narrow
And they aren't friendly
I must have a drinking problem

My eyes get older
And she doesn't age one day
She almost looks pretty
On Opposite Day

Her clothes cling
While my gut is hanging
People don't believe my stories
They point and laugh

In the end, I'm the weird one