Just wanted to inform you that today is my birthday! 🙂 You may continue reading.
This poem was written really long ago by myself. The thought process must have been emotional/ strange back then.
The protagonist talks about life from a drug addicts point of view. He is sad and lonely. He enjoys the pleasure of taking drugs but soon he realises that no one will help him nor moan with him. Life goes by and he sits betrayed and shattered. This leads him thinking if he is the pretender or are others who aren’t as honest as him.
I am most proud of this poem.
P.S: The poem is protected by a creativecommons license.