The smoked filled room <br />Of drugs and drunks <br />Blinds us to reality <br />Shimmering lights a fixation on life <br />The ripples effects of a dream <br />In stupor you act <br />In stupidity and remorse <br />You know not what you do <br />You don’t really care <br />What happens to you there? <br />You just let the advantage win <br />Then in an act of lust <br />You think hell, why not <br />The b_______ do it too <br />With hatred a new <br />You treat them the same <br />The same way they treated you <br />Then in dawns early light <br />Of the misfortune of night <br />You cry thinking <br />When did I become <br />Just like him<br /><br />Kaila George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-did-i-become-just-like-him-crys/
