When I was young
I was addicted to my thumb
So older and still
The child in me beat at its walls
Till I threw him away
I was addicted to tears
Sloshing from my eyes
Like the sight of overflowing
Into my family
Until I threw them away
I was addicted
To doing the wrong
To challenge the right in my life
It eventually won
Until I threw it away
And then, in a burning fever
I knew I was too light
Thrown too free
Of all the human chains to each other
Until I picked them up again
So, the long and short
The nutshell
Throwing away sorrows and accepting
Them back, what's my addiction?
I am addicted to playing fetch with myself
Thanks to Stardust for the poem idea