My whole life I have been set in second place,
And yet I still think to myself “is it really that bad?”
But now i wallow, and I come face to face,
Face to face with anger, denial and sad.
Even my own father chose his addiction over me,
He made his decision when I was just a baby.
He would cancel his child maintenance,
Just so he could afford his bad habits,
But I got used to his unfaithfulness,
He takes the joy from the world like a leeching maggot,
So what would you choose,
Ecstasy or me?
I give you the choice to not be some dumb ****,
But I know what you you’ll choose,
Not me, but a drug.

-anonymous poet.