Afflicted

AFFLICTED
How non addicts see addiction,
Hysteria, chaos, mass confusion
It's all in your head, it's all an illusion,
A figment of the imagination,
It's nothing but a hallucination.....

How addiction is,
I always do this to myself,
Invader of my own mind.
Never knowing what I'll find entwined,
In the complex web of undefined.
Searching for some peace of mind.

They don't understand the way I feel,
Or the methods of which I choose to deal.
If only they knew what goes on inside my head,
The feelings of dread, and thoughts of 'I wish I was dead'.

They think I'm heartless, unfeeling, callous and cruel,
But all that does is give this mind of mine more fuel.

Detached from my emotions,
Only ever just going through the motions.
I smile and say I'm fine,
Then go on that chase to reach cloud nine, not caring if my freedom is on the line.

I have an affliction,
It's called addiction.
Most people believe it's all just fiction.
But it's real, a disease, it's here to stay,
Sinking it's claws in, having its way.
You can recover,
But it never truly goes away,
It lurks in the shadows waiting for its day,
To stretch it's legs and come back out and play.
Are you strong enough to make it go away?

Watch out for the affliction called addiction,
It won't paint you in a pretty depiction....
It led me down the path to a felony conviction.
It made me into someone I'm not,
It made me scheme, it made me plot.

Now I'm living in a mind of hysteria, chaos, and mass confusion,
Which brings people to their own conclusions,
And leaves my heart with deep contusions.

On the outside I'm a statue of unchanging face,
But on the inside I'm screaming to get out of this place.