Drug Using Me

Am I dead or dreaming? Lightfoot and scheming. My head is full, I’m not sure which persona is in charge. Have taken strong opiates, many too illegal to mention. Unleash me, woman. Give me some sort of detention. Let me be. Leave me alone. I have to be me. We never were a complete or lovely we. I’m too intelligent to be fooled by your endearments or looks. My upbringing offered sordid truths that fed others lies. You’re the crazy one. Unleash your stifling grappling hooks. You are insane, with those rose-colored glasses on your hazel eyes! I was raised by wolves, posing as Catholic redeemers and upstanders. Evil creatures hiding in parishes on Sunday, pretending to be…. People who do the right thing, live morally, caring for children. I knew the truth of them, they were liquor whores since I was wee. Throwing me a life line? That makes me laugh. You want to save me? I scoff at your holy handedness, your righteousness, your prissy stupidity. I am well above your station, and we were never a thing, never could be. My mind is shaking my soul out of her uncaring attitude at your weird lucidity. I have saved myself, you see. So fly away, interferer, just let me be! There is no we, never has been, and will never be, you see. I am always, forever, and chronically only “me”. Raised by wolves, heading toward my own morbidity.