(response to medicaid...diplomat)
was lost but now I'm found. i found my drug.
the cure to this pain, or lack thereof.
no longer am i reduced to this feeling, bitter & ashamed.
in a world full of deceit it was hard to maintain.
say hello to the bad guy, or girl that is.
turning over a new leaf. i gotta handle my biz.
in your face like mace I refuse to hide
day by day...im takin it all in stride.
(i dont know how this turned into a poem..i just ran with it. sck at poetry.)
[the real issh.]
no drug can compare to my natural amphetamine. sometimes i wish it could. i found myself the source of your thoughts and subject of your words; at the time it wasnt so good. spent too much time trying to transplant myself from your world & now im thinking its not that bad.
those drugs could only add to the sorrow that i once thought i had.
dang did it again. i give up.
i do this in my slumber; summer.