“Am I just another junky?”
You ask with guilt-ridden face
I’m pretty sure you are
But I’ll allow some breathing space
You sit with twitching hands
Holding self-imposed disgrace
If you’re seeking harsh judgement
You came to the wrong place
I know the road is long and hard
With things you can’t erase
So I’ll see through your addiction
And encourage your freedom chase
Secret Thoughts Within 