By Kaylee Michelle
You see heroin, I see low-self-esteem.
You see cocaine, I see fear.
You see alcohol, I see social anxiety.
You see track marks, I see depression.
You see a junkie, I see someone’s son.
You see a prostitute, I see someone’s daughter caught in addiction.
You see self-centeredness, I see the disease.
You see a pill head, I see over-prescribing of opiates.
You see someone unwilling to change, I see someone hasn’t connected with them yet.
You see denial, I see someone hurting.
You see someone nodding out, I see Gods showing us they need help.
You see the end, I see the beginning.
You see a dope fiend, I see a future success story.
You see them, I see me.