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White Clouds of Smoke
Look at that girl over there,
Bitching about how life is not fair,
If she only had a clue,
As to why I do the things that I do,
If she had to walk a mile in my shoe,
People see me walking down the street,
I have you all fooled if you think that I am innocent and sweet,
Take a closer look at me once again,
It will not take me long to get you all to understand,
I will steal the shirt off your back,
If I can in any way use it to get me a fat sack,
You see, I have lost everything leaving me bitter and full of anger,
I have even been considered a danger,
My kids have been taken away because they say I was unfit,
I guess that I was, I have to admit,
Cuz all that I care about is the glass dick that I so badly need to hit,
Looking at myself in the mirror, I sadly realize,
All that I have compromised,
All the people that I have hurt with my lies,
You all do not understand this is the only way that I function,
Maybe some of it has to do with all the dysfunction,
A tear escapes the corner of my eye,
I have to stop I have to really give it a try,
Everyday it is the same thing, this is it, NO MORE,
Sadly to spending much of my day looking for a way to score,
Resorting to laying down and becoming a whore,
I once was my high school prom queen,
Now looking in the mirror, the person staring back at you is a drug feen,
Face full of scabs from all of picking at what is unknown,
I have no voice from all of the chemicals I have been smokin,
The life of a meth addict, does this not sound appealing,
Leaving you so numb that you have no feeling,
When will I finally see the light,
And realize that my life is precious and worth the fight?
Bitching about how life is not fair,
If she only had a clue,
As to why I do the things that I do,
If she had to walk a mile in my shoe,
People see me walking down the street,
I have you all fooled if you think that I am innocent and sweet,
Take a closer look at me once again,
It will not take me long to get you all to understand,
I will steal the shirt off your back,
If I can in any way use it to get me a fat sack,
You see, I have lost everything leaving me bitter and full of anger,
I have even been considered a danger,
My kids have been taken away because they say I was unfit,
I guess that I was, I have to admit,
Cuz all that I care about is the glass dick that I so badly need to hit,
Looking at myself in the mirror, I sadly realize,
All that I have compromised,
All the people that I have hurt with my lies,
You all do not understand this is the only way that I function,
Maybe some of it has to do with all the dysfunction,
A tear escapes the corner of my eye,
I have to stop I have to really give it a try,
Everyday it is the same thing, this is it, NO MORE,
Sadly to spending much of my day looking for a way to score,
Resorting to laying down and becoming a whore,
I once was my high school prom queen,
Now looking in the mirror, the person staring back at you is a drug feen,
Face full of scabs from all of picking at what is unknown,
I have no voice from all of the chemicals I have been smokin,
The life of a meth addict, does this not sound appealing,
Leaving you so numb that you have no feeling,
When will I finally see the light,
And realize that my life is precious and worth the fight?
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