They tell you relapse is inevitable Then become angry when you agree As though you were supposed to ignore This self fulfilling prophecy.
I do not want to sit in a room And state my name; Repeat the same story Again and again
I do not want to hear Addicts wallow in self pity, One upping each other’s bottoms As though being broken is pretty
I do not want to know those Who switch their addiction to Jesus; Just because you ask him for forgiveness Does not redeem us.
It’s like shoving your head Into the bible Mitigates the horrible things you’ve done So you can live in denial
Everything is fake Everyone is the same And if it works so well Why must I attend again and again.