Monday, therapy

Tuesday, wallowing in my own self pity

Wednesday, Escape

Thursday, The same as Tuesday but with a slight twist.
I have to explain my feelings in therapy
for the second time this week

Friday, Escape

Saturday hanging out with friends I most likely don't
mean much to. I serve as a home for their low scale
drug addictions to well... Pot

But still, Weed. The simple herb, the harmless plant
has ruined friendships much like your new bowl has
faded with the sticky Res, from all the smoke that
has wondered from the bowl pack into your lungs

And now, At age 16.
We spend Friday, Saturday, And Sunday
Wasting away with smoke in our lungs
In a crowded room with a cloud too thick
to see the innocence we once held
in our hearts.


But We, can no longer have a good time
without the hit of a bong or the sensation
of a gulp of vodka making it's way down our throats
And though the choice to take a sip, or let the THC
enter my brain was all my own

It's sure hard to refrain from the chance to escape
your own reality, Your 5 day school week normality
Though we often denie it, The pressure is still There.
Maybe not the classic "The cool kids do this"

Because who am I kidding, I got myself into this
and when they say, "Just one more hit"
You can't simply say
'I'll just sit this one out" Cus' that's not an option
when your friends have already created the concoction
of alcohol and juice to get the perfect buzz on

And weekends once spent playing board games
and chasing after each other in backyards
and saying "gross!" To the smell of cigarette smoke
and making promises we thought we could keep

And signing contracts like the little business men and
women we hoped we'd be when we got just a little bigger
Stating "Mom I promise, To never have a cigarette, Smoke any Pot
or even have a sip of alcohol"
AND, OH WAIT, "Also I never will get married, Or kiss a boy."
I wanna live with you and Daddy forever!

But as we grow our contract to Mommy is shredded
and the smell of pot has become SO alluring
and mixed drinks suddenly taste better than
anyone told us they would
And through each hit and each sip, the idea of
Unconscious reality seems to captivating to resist

So now, at age 16 Instead of chasing after each other in backyards
We're chasing after his Ex who "Blah Blah Blah" Said
Had S.E.X with your boyfriend

And now Instead of yelling nursery rhymes
"THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND, ROUND AND...."
Arguments spin round and round
"Forget your plan, You'll never understand me, Who I want to be"
I can't wait to be 18, I'm getting the hell out of here, Far from you!
This town! The problems that have found their way into my mind!

"I'M NOT YOUR LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE"
Except wait, Mom still has the piece of crayon
marked paper that reminds her of the child
still within me
The contract that states the promises you didn't keep

Mom and dad remember the games of tag
and the way we asked "Please put that cigarette out"
and how we had dreams of being little business men and women
Even though we were still a bit too small to carry that
heavy brief case

Though we neglect the remembrance
our parents can recollect when we laughed at the
thought of older kids using drugs
Because we figured they forgot how to play
board games
and they must have gotten bored with playing tag
We figured they must have sipped on alcohol
because their Mums forgot to buy juicy juice this week

Though our muscles weren't fully developed yet,
We were stronger then, We knew when to say No
It was one of the words we most often used
because we knew what we wanted, How we wanted it
And who we wanted it from