I can’t erase my past
It’s with me to the grave
I can’t expect everyone to understand me
To my past I am a slave

They look at me as an addict
The addict from my past
Not strong and recovering
They don’t bother to ask

I’ve been told to be proud
All I feel is shame
I feel judged everyday
No one to blame
  
They see the person I was, or could be again
Nobody gets me
I cannot blame them

How do I fit in this world?
I’m a square peg in the round hole
Trying to be true to myself
Trying to find my role

I could be that person again
It would be easier to give up and give in
What would that prove?
Who would win?

Rejection comes often
I can hear what they say
I could let it **** me
But I think not for today

I’m an addict
Nice to meet you