I'm the one who beats my child, with fist's of rage, and punches wild. I'm the one who takes another drink, when I'm to drunk to walk, and to drunk to think. I'm the one who shoots it in, with sunken viens, and rotten skin. I'm the one who carries a gun, who blows off your face, just for fun. I'm the one who lives on the streets, tired, and dirty, with nothing to eat. I'm the one with holes in my boots, was kicked out of my house.....domestic disputes. I'm the one who doesn't use birth control, who had an abortion, and took a lost soul. I'm the one who's too fat to fit in, who takes diuretics, and starves to be thin. I'm the one who is in debt, the check is in the mail....mmm....well....not yet! I'm the one who puts up with getting beat, because the bad times are bad, but the good times are sweet. I'm the one on volume, and prozac, who tries to make up for the sanity I lack. I'm the one you think you'll never turn into, I'm not Black,I'm not Spanish,I'm not even a Jew. I'm much closer than you think......... I'm YOU!!!!!!!
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