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I AM AN ADDICT


I'm searching for validation
Like junkies look for crack
Hopped up on dust left behind from too many wishes
And wanting to be accepted
Shaking in the heart like they're shaking in their skin


My mind's ate up by desires acidic
So I'm left to some normal function
But mostly ticking and twitching notes me
I can't figure straight and I've lost all focus


I am an addict.
A user of narcisstic rage
That people say ain't addictive
It's only habit-forming
(As if there's a difference)


But I take heed
Smoking complacency and self-degradation like reefer
leading me to shooting up with empty dreams
touchless dreams


I am an addict
A slave to social law
Looking for affection
Want to make a connection
Feeling the withdrawals
Sweating self-hatred from the core
thinking
Would it be better to die getting high off belonging
than to try and be an individual?


Hi. My name is John Q. and I am an addict.

Written by Melody Barnett

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