Alternate Reality Drunk

Disgusting? Maybe.
Ordinarily, reclusive and drunk at your “sister's" wedding couldn't be anything else.
But the circumstances aren't normal.

Forced by the groom, with his fists and height;
To cope with the smiles in my direction,
To ensure my anxieties wouldn't consume my every thought,
I kept to the open bar with an empty stomach and open hand.

Don't judge, Timmy Kim died in a car accident two years ago.
I'm just Tim, but the attendants don't seem to grasp the difference.

For every hug by an absolute stranger, it felt awkward.
Tears shed due to my presence was unfeeling.
Memories shared, the more annoying the situation became.
They see only a face and ignore reason.
I am possibility manifested in the reality of decay.
Denial is supported merely by physical form, ignoring the significants of all emotional detachment.