Poem 9

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  1. Trying to figure out who I really am,
    Calm, and collected on the outside,
    Complex, and divided on the inside,
    What am i doing here?

    Just one more drink, says I to the bartender ,
    Now its time to fly,
    I don't think I can drive,
    I guess I will just try or die,
    One more drink, and I wont be alive,

    I better commit myself, to the hospital,
    So I can try to fit in what societies molded to,
    Give me a psychosis, so you can tell me whats wrong,
    Maybe you can make my problems fade away?

    I wake up find myself, face down,
    I know this is sad, but this is true,
    Now I am back in the bar,
    And, I have been here longer then a hour,

    Half conscious I stumble to the door,
    Face first I hit the ground,
    Eyes heavy, slowly shutting, hiding my sight from the world,
    If I had it my way, I wouldn't be here.

    Wake up in the emergency room,
    "you're lucky this time"
    Stomach pumped,
    "Don't you have any self control?

    Deep down desires,That have wicked intent,
    I wish I could fake the way I really am,
    But this is all I can be,
    I guess I will remain trying to figure out who I really am.
     
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