Sad and Addicted

What do you see
When you look in my eyes
Could it possibly be
its my own life i despise
filled with empty lies
failed tries
and tear filled eyes
staying awake with the moon
as well as the sunrise
where the will to achieve
eventually dies
realizing miss most likely to succeed
didnt turn out so wise
sad and addicted
lost and convicted
never restricted
from being alone
a call on the phone
and the streets to roam
for days maybe weeks
chasing the pipe
living among freaks
and the occasional hype
losers and addicts
of every type
where i find myself crying
a river of tears
where there's just no denying
i'm living my worst fears
lesbians, swingers, faggots and queers
gay, straight or upside down
blinded by smoke in the mirrors
it sadly appears
stuck in a room
destined for doom
soaked up in sweat
we seem to forget
goals never set
success never met
it saddens my heart
it makes me upset
families torn apart
living lives they'll regret
now, i'm a smart intellect
yet, I've lost some respect
which is the cause and effect
of my failing to succeed
at what my family expects
but what the fuck!
I've been exposed to defects
by those hypocritical rejects
who've branded me an addict
for being vain
for being me
for failing to abstain
and not living drug free
but addictions are addictions
regardless of what they may be
we will all endure our convictions
they're no fucken better than me
so i'm left in a zone
in a league of my own
let a righteous motherfucker
cast the first stone
until that fateful day
leave me the fuck alone!