I am
Who I am
And I don’t give a damn
If you like it or not
It’s all that I got
I love to smoke pot
Yes I love the green
Without it I’m mean
Been smoking since I was a teen
It’s the only thing
That makes me sing
And gets my bells to ring
I hate each day
That I have to stay
I need a new way
A new place
A change in pace
A smile on my face
There’s nothing for me here
I’m being sincere
I’ll be gone by the first of the year
Moving to a new town
I’m tired of being down
I’m tired of this frown
I’ve wasted too much time
Committed enough crime
Written some rhymes
A lot of poetry
It’s all I have going for me
It sets my mind free
An incredible gift
Tripping the rift
Trying to up lift
Pick myself up off the ground
Take my life and turn it around
I’ll let you know what I’ve found
Please don’t forget me
When blazing a tree
I make this decree
I’m the best person to be-friend
I’m true to the end
I’m here to defend
If I’m needed just call
I won’t let you fall
Make you feel ten feet tall
My life
Pain and strife
Been cut with a knife
A knife unseen
Rusty and unclean
Cut so mean
I’ve been through a lot
And what do I got
Everything; I think not
I’ve pissed it all away
No more games to play
What more can I say
Tired of being depressed
Tired of no rest
Of the pain in my chest
My heart
Where to start?
Let’s make a chart
I’m twenty-two years old
Life’s gotten so cold
I’m not very bold
I stay to myself
I stay on a shelf
I don’t have my health
Been working since I was sixteen
Working hard and making green
And I became a fiend
I wasted all my money
On drugs and it’s not funny
My days are no longer sunny
So all that’s left for me to do
Is start a new life that’s true
With this old one; I’m threw.
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Author:
Jmcg (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this 12 years ago
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Comments3
Wow very powerful story. Be strong.
Smoking, dude, smoking. In all seriousness the writer just laid it all out there for the reader, warts and all. There is also the possibility that the it was written as if the poet had been an addict. Enjoyed
The writer was an addict and I still struggle with it...
My heart goes out to you. I hope you have a good support system. Hugs.
Thanks
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