I never thought of you
I never expected you
I never seen you
All though I never did these things
It still stings
You came a part of me somehow
You are my life now
Even though you weren’t after me I was still held captive
Held captive in my mind
And I never signed no dotted line
But I was part of a contract
A contract that only my parents could break
I had to wait the time it would take
The money my parents spent on you
I wish they would of spent it on me too
A small kid growing up it was tough
But I have had enough
its been years since my parents used you
and now I hope I never do too
YOU ARE DRUGS.
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There is no such thing as good or bad in poetry! Great write for first time. Addiction hits close to home here too. Glad to hear your parents got off drugs! Use their mistakes as motivation to do better things with your time.
I agree! there’s no bad poetry only the one that is dead and
will never be expressed. And as for good poetry? who can truly judge?
Keep writing.