Drug Addiction Poem

I'm lucky that I have the parents that I do,
you would be lucky if you had them too.
They don't have a lot of money because they spend too much on me,
they can now barely afford the Toronto parking fee.
I have nice swagg, a full hockey bag, a full backpack,
but now style and money is something my parents lack.

As I grow up it gets a lot worse, I wish I could beat this teenager curse.
Instead of style and hockey stuff, the things I spend their money on are a little more rough.
My parents are in need because what I spend their money on is alcohol and weed.

I start to skip too much school, They tell me I should stop trying to look so cool.
But that's not why I don't go, school is the opposite of my friend its a foe.
It's not what I'm good at, all I do there is get in fights and call the teachers dumb and fat.

My parents no longer will give me there cash, so the walls in my room I bash.
The weed I told them I got rid of it, they found some the next day and through a huge fit.
No more money for me not even a little bit, I tell them this is bullshit.

I lay in my bed that night and wonder why all I want to do is get high or fight.
I turn on my light so that its shining bright, and my mind takes flight.
Tears come to my eyes as I realize that I'm losing the people who will always love me most,
I feel like I'm being haunted and it's by an evil ghost.

The next day I go to every class, and run home fast to get all of my stuff, and stop acting so tough.
My parents had it rough, and I thought being cool made me buff, so I traded all my things,
including my clothes that gave me style, the phone that had the drug dealers numbers I used to dial,
and my full knapsack to get all of the money back, 3000 dollars I got, I could of bought myself a robot,
but instead I paid the bills, it felt like I had just got to the top of one of the biggest hills,
the smile on my mom and dads face made me feel like I was no longer a disgrace.
My Parents by Shayne Smith @FamilyFriendPoems

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