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DEALING WITH ADDICTION |
The thing that I find most frustrating to me,
What bothers me, prob'ly the most,
Are people's opinions, degrading to me.
They haunt me like some kind of ghost.
They have no idea of my miserable struggle.
They have no idea of my pain.
They don't have a clue of the feelings I juggle.
They don't need to add to my strain.
Most of these people do not have a clue.
You'd think they had Doctor's degrees.
They analyze every thing that I do,
with no idea of my disease.
I'm sick of their attitudes. Sick of them lab'ling me.
Sick of their narrow perspectives.
By putting me down they are only disabling me,
Veering me from my directives.
It makes me so angry, I want to explode on them.
Wish I could just tune them out.
I get this strong urge to go off and unload on them,
but that isn't what I'm about.
I'm not a bad person - I'm really quite good.
My heart is quite solemn and pure.
I have this disease that is not understood.
A bad one that hasn't a cure.