By Bear Houston
Every day I wake and my addiction decides
How it will live today and shorten my strides
It’s a fickle thing aspersion, easy to cast on the vulnerable and weak
Maybe if you stopped for a minute you would hear my addiction speak
See the thing with it, the thing you don’t see
Is I don’t have an addiction, my addiction has me
My body is the temple of which it choices to reside
It torments, teases and tortures that’s what I live beside
But I will roll the dice, put my life on the line and take that gamble
To avoid the inevitable preamble
Addiction is a choice son, a muddle, a mind-set, totally self-inflicted
A junkie, alcy, an addict that’s how I’m depicted
Ignoring my being and ridiculing my existence, feeds only my pain
This predator protects and punishes my brain
The truth is, I’m not sorry, why should I be
Engaging in this poisonous relationship is the only time I feel free
From the invisible trauma of the past, from the ridicule of my existence
It is always there through, to provide much needed assistance
My addiction allows me to control my thoughts, it’s my greatest affliction
And it will always be, my strongest jurisdiction
Until a time society realigns the standard
Maybe then I will no longer be slandered
My addiction has stuck with me through it all, it has kept me alive
I am Everybody’s Child, now it is over to you to help me revive