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Enter:The Pothead

No one will understand,

they judge me,

they judge me like a book,

but they've never even gotten the inside of me.

I smoke drugs,

I do drugs,

and I know,

I shouldn't relieve my stress this way,

but nobody has been able to help me,

or has even stuck around long enough to try.

Anti-depressants don't help,

they only make it worse,

but the green,

it takes me so far high,

to where I'm looking down on the earth,

in in my heaven,

and that's where I need to be,

I want to be happy,

and this is what makes the pain fade.

When I light it,

I feel alive,

and I feel like I'm invincible,

but what you think is I'm failing my classes,

but really I'm doing better,

because I don't have the stress,

I don't suggest this,

I'm making my point.

Druggy,pothead,drug dealer,

stupid, braincell killer,hippie.

They hurt but I ignore,

because that's what some stress was made from,

people are monsters,

and they are selfish,

and only want to climb that's stupid social ladder,

but I stand at the side,

and wait for it to all come crumbling down.