The dark poison of our soul,
Let the wonderful feeling let lose,
Let it take control,
Laugh and giggle,
Scream and shout,
I get sick to my stomach,
Watching every one's real self come out,
They may tell you one thing,
They may tell you another,
And, indeed, I am a sinner,
But I don't want to be like the others,
I watch with silent wonder,
As every one continues this madness,
It truly intrigues my mind,
Is every one's life really filled with this much sadness?
I take pity,
This kindness has all but stayed within,
But I feel no warmth,
Let them all drop onto the floor,
Quivering like fish with no fins,
I hate this,
They are such a disgrace,
Why do they do these things?
They're is skin falling from their face,
Sick and disgusting,
Twisted and deluded,
I waste no more time with these people,
And take my leave,
No, I never did drugs. All of my friends were doing drugs at the time, along with my father, and I just got fed up with it. Yes.. this is how I feel about drugs and I have vowed never to do them. Ever.
I think this poem might be misleading..