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Poem Written To Addiction

I wrote this poem to my addiction. I didn't realize how much power it had over me until it finally destroyed everything I once had. I have a new life now, without that monster in it. This poem was a turning point for me. Maybe it will touch something in someone else and turn on the wonderful light I have lived in for the past 15 years.

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Addiction Is Deceiving

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Published: September 2008

You,
You are so deceiving.
When you come into my life,
You make me feel the best I can,
Yet you stab me with your knife.
You take away my money,
My friends and family too.
You take away my dignity.
My life revolves around you.
You give me the pain,
Then you take it away.
You are playing a game
That I don't want to play.
I'm aware of you now
And all that you do.
Listen: I want "Me" back.
I don't want you.

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  • by Pamela Barber, Tulsa, OK.
  • 2 years ago

I was going through emails and I saved all the poems of the week so I could go back and read them when I was done. I read kinda fast through them because I usually don't reply or really give a second thought to them. Then I saw the name of your poem (Addiction is Deceiving) and then I read at the top something about 15 yrs. I thought to myself really, this person probably is not more than 35, 40 tops. What the hell does she know about addiction? (this was before I read the poem) So, I'm thinking what the hell, I'm gonna really read this one. So, I read it not once but 6 times...As soon as I read the word 'You' wrote the tears started flowing, I was freaking balling my eyes out because I know who 'You' is and it has caused me to loose my mind, my self worth and my kids, friends, family and everything I love. I am 44 yrs old and I hate it I want me back too....

  • by Mary Volpe, Long Beach California
  • 4 years ago

Wow good job on the poem and its so true about the disease. All it will do is leave us dry it makes us think that everything is ok but at the same time it's stabbing us in our backs. The things that the disease took from me in the past I have gotten back and some. Those 23 years that were wasted out there can not compare to the 10 years I have now I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

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