The Junkie

If you call me junkie.
 I will call you crap.
 You always lie in that way
 That everyone catches up.
 Breadcrumbs is in the grass,
 But nod birds
 There is around to eat those traces
 Of kindness.
 Now those birds gonna be send out
 From the nest
 That their ancestors have
 Created.
 You look to the west,
 And you feel so sad,
 Because the greenness is going away
 From your realm.
 You call me junkie for
 Destroy my life.
 I call you bastards for
 Destroy this planet.
 I don't know what is worse here.
 My polluted body, or your polluted
 Self.
 Nobody likes me
 For who I am.
 What I have become,
 It wasn't
 My choice.
 It wasn't the world that made me like this.
 It was the people who lived
 Around me.
 I never got in my life
 A good man to follow.
 The only thing I saw
 All the time was
 Swindles between
 Each other.
 Be a Junkie is my faster way
 To unchain my life
 From all this crap.