Pity, poor.

My name is Pete
I’m a heroin addict
as a matter of fact
I’m an anything addict.
Whatever drug i use
I can find a dozen more,
with each drug I take
it’s life I forsake.

Hiding from feelings
I run for the door
step out of myself
my emotions and thoughts.
Running in circles
I stop any growth
everyone’s to blame,
but its me that I loath.

Today I feel different
I face each fear
jumping through hoops
to keep my mind clear,
to find my soul
to free my spirit
to untrouble my thoughts
and set my own limits.