A Poem for the Judged

Drugs

I've never been one to do drugs, but that doesn't mean I don't have friends that spend their free time snorting cocaine or smoking pot.
You see, I'm a straightedge. I don't go out a lot, I don't drink, I've never had sex, I'm just a shy an innocent person.
But one day, I was tired of being a goodie two shoes. I was tired of being the boring one and not being the crazy child who everyone has to calm down. I was sick. But not sick like the flu. Sick as in I was messed up.
My first drug is what started it. The feeling it gave me, the strength I felt. I felt alive. And I couldn't stop.
Drug after drug, then into smoking, then into alcohol. Soon I was doing everything in the book, but I broke the number one rule. I got caught.
They sent me away to a dirty, cheap prison that always had bugs crawling all over you while you slept. Gang fights in the yard. Nasty food that makes you sick.
Drugs ruined me.