I wrote this poem because for so long I couldn’t accept I had a problem and was powerless over drugs and alcohol.
Sometimes I still struggle with this because, in a perfect world, I would be able to use and still be able to maintain a good life. Unfortunately for me, this is not my reality. It is impossible for me to control myself.
This poem is a constant reminder of how my mind can lie to me about my addiction. It reminds me that this “perfect world” doesn’t exist.
“There was this perfect world
Inside my mind
Where it was okay
To sometimes run and hide,
To give up hope
I did refuse
On my ability to moderately use
To control myself
And not abuse
So my true self
I would not lose
But the truth in this
I did find
That this paradise
Inside my mind
Turned out to be
The perfect lie.”
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