So what I'm a junkie, Aren't we all?
Me with my drugs, You with your strip mall?
So what if I happen to need some special attention.
You with your weight watchers and me with my addiction
So what if I happen to be emotionally challenged and perplexed.
Sitting here waiting on you and wondering what's next.
Asking myself why I subject myself to your beleaguered labels of mind.
Showing everyone else at the things they lack and at what you find.
Spelling it out for the world to read.
Since it seems in Degradation, you plant the seed.
You tell the world in fancy words and others misquotes
and sit there with your note book and take your overzealous notes.
You tell me who you think I am, even though I haven't spoke a word
since it seems you just want to rustle me into the lost herd.
You want a way to brand me and call me your own
since it seems from society, I've chosen to have grown.
I ask myself why am I even here to boost your belittling ego
since it seems you love to come here and label people slow.
You have no clue what I'm truly capable of
and you haven't a clue to the depths of my love.
You have no understanding or even a glimpse of who I want to be.
You just live in the upper hierarchy of the psychiatrists reality.

04/11/1998

Posted on 12/16/2003
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