Prize Poetry

Addiction

by a young woman, age 14

I can feel it crawling,
Crawling upon my skin;
Itching its way up my arms,
Digging beneath my flesh,
I am addicted.
This disease,
This plague in itself,
It haunts my mind;
Sending off waves of illusions through this tunnel vision;
Hallucinations in the flesh.
This addiction; this curse,
An addiction in itself.
My thoughts, my thoughts,
Oh how they are not safe.
What do I believe,
What do I deem a lie?
What is right,
And what is wrong?
I do not know.
In this battle, this civil war,
This constant betrayal of myself,
I lose myself.
Struggling to hold onto myself;
Clawing onto the very threads of my sanity,
Clutching onto this addiction as if it holds answers to all.
My old self is gone,
Vanished,
Disappeared;
She fled the premises long ago.
She didn't want this,
She didn't want this life.
No one did.
This shell I hide behind;
This mask,
This camouflage,
This is not me,
This is not who I was.
These bones,
These muscles,
These reactions,
They are not mine.
This is not me;
This is what I have become.
This is what this addiction has morphed me into:
A monster.


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