Why am I judged, deemed guilty first,
Before my truth is even versed?
Because I'm an addict, they whisper and sneer,
No room for redemption, just echoes of fear.
Why does kindness weigh so light,
When I am gentle, day and night?
Because I'm an addict, my heart’s not seen,
Drowned in the shadows of where I have been.
Why does no one seem to care,
Though I give love beyond compare?
Because I'm an addict, their minds won't bend,
Blind to the struggles I fight to transcend.
Why does my clean time fade to dust,
When I have built a life of trust?
Because I'm an addict, my steps are erased,
Chasing a future, yet stuck in their gaze.
Why do they cling to who I was,
Ignoring change, ignoring cause?
Because I'm an addict, they hold me still,
But I won't break—I have the will.
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