New Poem...
Become Like Him
"I'm not like him," she thought as she
took another hit from the bowl,
"No, he couldn't handle it; this is
something I can control."
She smiles sadly now as she thinks of how
nice it would be to believe that lie,
"I'm okay for now," she lies to herself
yet again as she starts to cry.
"It hasn't gotten out of control yet," she
whispers over and over again,
It may be okay for now but sooner
or later this will have to end.
"I am not like him," she thinks as she tries to
suppress her longing to be numb,
Taking a hit from the joint she ignores the terrifying
thought that like her father she will become.