As a kid you told yourself you wouldn’t
Do certain things or act in certain ways
You wouldn’t be one of those typical
College kids found all across the country
But then you get there and you slowly start
Seeing the change
At first it’s small, like that first drag and
Letting the smoke fill yours veins or chasing
That cinnamon shot as it hits the back of
Your throat. The first party and you tell
Yourself “I’ll be there a bit and hangout”
Soon enough you have her pressed harder
Against you then the clothes you have on
Or that sweet kiss on her cherry lips with the
Name you don’t remember as you leave
The cold room the next morning
Slowly but surely you start to change, your
Not the person you were before, you stare
In the mirror the next morning throat dry a
Pounding headache and upset stomach and
Look at the face that wasn’t you
You’ve changed but can you make it for better
Or end up spiraling out of control?