Every day I wake and my addiction decides 
How it will live today and shorten my strides

It’s a fickle thing aspersion, easy to cast on the vulnerable and weak 
Maybe if you stopped for a minute you would hear my addiction speak

See the thing with it, the thing you don’t see 
Is I don’t have an addiction, my addiction has me 
My body is the temple of which it choices to reside 
It torments, teases and tortures that’s what I live beside 
But I will roll the dice, put my life on the line and take that gamble

To avoid the inevitable preamble

Addiction is a choice son, a muddle, a mind-set, totally self-inflicted 
A junkie, alcy, an addict that’s how I’m depicted 
Ignoring my being and ridiculing my existence, feeds only my pain 
This predator protects and punishes my brain 
The truth is, I’m not sorry, why should I be

Engaging in this poisonous relationship is the only time I feel free 
From the invisible trauma of the past, from the ridicule of my existence 
It is always there through, to provide much needed assistance 
My addiction allows me to control my thoughts, it’s my greatest affliction

And it will always be, my strongest jurisdiction 
Until a time society realigns the standard 
Maybe then I will no longer be slandered

My addiction has stuck with me through it all, it has kept me alive 
I am Everybody’s Child, now it is over to you to help me revive

Written by Craig Houston

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