THE GIFT AND CURSE
If I can only stop getting high
then I would be alright.
But im fighting this thing
cause it wants to consume me
its so good and so bad for me
But I did nothing to cause this
so I guess this d way I am.
Im clean. But people say he
on that ganja, if you only knew
when I get the rush I drop to
to the ground and my spirit
is high, im on a kite like
giggling, here it goes again!
woe, heaven, my molecules
My brain produces cannabis
times ten, so I have d munchies
yet still he don't eat much
hes sick and finally realizing
but if I get help would I be
the same? Would I ever write
beautiful poems again?
Will I hear angels sing?
300 poems & words cant explain
Im emotionally sensitive
but then when the high goes
oh no! oh no! Im a junkie
teachers used to think im lazy
well maybe, I just need a spark
to beat this mystery thing
dats if Il ever be rid of this thing
that is good and bad for me
I wish It wasn't true- a drug addict
without the drugs, its all psychological
look deep and see who this is for
I like your style want to know more
my poems reveal the real me u see
am a nice guy if you get to know me
will you get to know me, the real me
derz so much I can teach you freely
Id take you out and show you my world
tell you secrets I know you've never heard
not looking for someone just a friend
im not a loner, am just not social
im not public, im private
im one to one, I am what I am.
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