Mel(o)dramatic

My face is numb,
My mouth is dry
I'm at the point of delirium; 
But drugs are not the reason why..

Why me?

Why you?

Why
Why
Why

I had JUST barely started to come up,
To make myself 'of'
Something,
Anything
Preferably, a good thing;
Person
Or place

But now is neither the time nor that place
As these tears stroll down my face,
I am merely another bad look for societies grace
Just another average American disgrace;