I used to tell myself,
I'd never become like her,
as I stare  at the oblivious mirror,
a reflection of mother,
stares back at me.
I can see her mocking at me,
saying,
"you look just like me"
she's deliriously laughing now,
the drugs are finally working,
their dancing around in head,
again, and again and again,
she needs it you see,
its her addiction,
its what makes her live,
takes away all the pain and misery.
I find myself talking just like her
saying the exact words she once uttered,
this is your life now baby,
its so beautiful how you can become so consumed,
in it that once it takes full ******* over you,
it makes it hard to turn away,
the mistake I made.