I look in the mirror,
All I see is fear,
And tears,
Rolling down my face.

Last day of school,
A lot of people thinks I’m cool,
I’m just a fool.

My Hunger,
My Cravings,
I'm trying my best,
But the after effects,
Are hurting me,
My mind is thinking on its own,
I don't have control,
Of my own life anymore,
I try but I fail,
Every withdrawal,
Is making me fall.

What will my parents do,
If I go back to my crew,
They thought I withdrew,
But that’s untrue,
I always come through,
And make do.