SNAKE
An architect to the game you thought yourself to be
But a pawn mirrors your image in society.
You visibly projected my insanity
Making my misery the fuel to the economy.
An obvious deception you don’t have the strength to govern
With an addiction that demands its own jurisdiction.
A disease with an immortal desire
Directs the mind to be blind to its own fire.
Unknowingly,
You become devoted to me.
Creating a snake-like masterpiece.
-ANONYMOUS
I used to be a meth addict. After becoming an addict, I also became the dealer. I honestly cannot tell you which I was addicted to more; the high of doing drugs, or the power of selling them.
There once was a situation where my step-mom took everything from me when I didn’t resupply her with drugs. We lived together so my “punishment” was for her to take everything I owned and trade it to get high. As an additional consequence, she scanned and copied all my journal entries and flooded the streets with my irrational thoughts and insecurities.
Trading all of my things only worked for so long. I’m not sure what the outcome was after all of this, except to say I got sober and she went long periods of time without anything at all. She started to miss me, and I didn’t miss her at all.
I wish I could tell you I didn’t find satisfaction in that, but at the time I did. From that, this poem was created.