The illusion from this pharmacutical <br />had me delusional and i found it hard to manuevar <br />secluded from critisism i came to the conclusion <br />that i was tryin to persue a new future <br />though in this state of mind i could only think about my past <br />i could only think about how good times leave so quickly <br />and hard times always seem to last <br />so i took drastic actions for my own satisfaction <br />to see if i could overcome this distraction with new tactics <br />and my need for change seemed so passionate <br />yet the truth in my words seem so far away <br />i knew that procrastination would lead me to stay in the state im currently in <br />so imagination is irrelevant and my dreams fall on def ears <br />and through out the duration of my years <br />i have come about many fears and let pain out with many tears <br />but with a forgotten past and a hazy present i wanted my future to be clear <br />but how could i reach that when my mind is blazed <br />it was crazy how hard i was tryin not to let this faze me <br />but i had already allowed this drug to enslave me <br />and i am confined in my mind and tangled in my own discussion <br />and i am disgusted with the low i have come to <br />with each high i get closer to the top of the bottom <br />and i cant get enough of these problems <br />and the more i sink the harder it gets to solve em <br />so i parish in these thoughts that i spit <br />and rebel with the various sins i commit <br />enhaling this smoke filled failure <br />breaking it down and rolling it ever so careful <br />anticipating this feeling again and again <br />is it a stress reliever or am i addicted to a trend <br />flying higher then ever no fuel and no pilots <br />my spoken word excluded from silence <br />My thoughts go unheard.<br /><br />Shaniqua McCrae<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-74/
