Who Am I?
"You're a pathetic waste of time." No, I'm not.
"You're nothing but a failure at everything you touch. No, I'm not.
"You know you'll give in sooner or later, you always do." Not for today, I won't.
"Your father was right, you're weak." Sometimes, yes. But I'm also strong.
"You know you want it, you dream about it all the time." Sometimes, yes. But I also know it's just a dream.
"Your veins are salivating right now just thinking about it....you want to get high." Sometimes, yes. But I know it's just a lie and a false happiness.
"You'll feel better if you do it." Perhaps briefly. But I know now that the consequences aren't worth it.
"You've never been able to succeed at staying clean long, because you're a such a weak failure." And yet I keep on trying.
"You're a disgrace to manhood, you even cry at night." Embracing, not burying, my emotions makes me stronger.
"Your father wished you'd never been born." And yet I'm the one still here, alive and kicking.
"You're such a loser." No, the fact I'm still alive after all these years makes me a winner.
"Who the fuck are you?" I am a survivor.
Submitted for the Blogging Lounge topic #1, "Who Am I?"
(Thank you Ariana Browning for continuing the work of GBE under this new incarnation!)
