abnormal

i
need something.
because isn't this what we all
turn
to?
the bottle
blunt
betting.
shooting up
slicing skin
starving.
psychologists and experts
call us the
"abnormal ones"
those which require
a vice
to complete our happiness.
a crutch
so we can crawl to tomorrow.
we are the ones
look for us
behind bars
inside the caution taped murder scene
on the grimy floors of crippled crack houses
or sealed within the casket,
being lowered into the dank earth below.
we are
the sickening reality of this world.
the scum around the edges
of the pond of society
imperfections.
careful,
you don't want to end up
like us.

written may 6, 2009