Two in the Morning

At two in the morning,
I come in the front door,
I stagger into the bathroom,
To look at myself in the mirror,
My face is pure white,
Pale as death,
My brow is covered in sweat,
You would think that it had been raining,
My eyes are black,
Dark alleyways leading to nothing.
I fall into bed,
My head spinning,
I begin to hear laughter,
Out of fear,
I pull the bed sheets over me,
But I can still hear it,
Loud and shrill,
Mocking me,
Laughing at my stupidity,
I drift into an uneasy sleep,
My dreams are filled with people laughing,
People I consider friends,
I awake every now and then,
The laughter still ringing in my ears,
The next morning I look at myself in the mirror,
Never again, I say.