Dear Another Sober Person

Dear another person too sober to understand.

Am I supposed to believe you're here to save me
You can go ahead and call me crazy
Because lately, this life has been a distraction
Keeping me away from what's really happening.
I'm working a nine to five but it's more like six to life
Hanging on the end, waiting for you to pick up the line.
This glass prison I'm trapped in... is just wasting my time.
And like a humanoid sheep, I'm working too much to keep my head above the water
But I'm a little shorter so it means I'm gonna have to work a little bit harder.
All for the American dream
but for me I do it because I'm scared of living on the streets.

Each day a memory of who I used to be
Too stubborn to beg for scraps so I hid away,
the world would soon forget my face.
But in view of the past
and in light of the fact
that I am not damaged goods
Too close to self destructive fashions
But a heart beating, to a larger rhythm
I've gotta start closing the self created chasms.
I am not defined by the chains that have bound me
But the thoughts that surround me.
I thrive off of pain, because it reminds me that I am living
Though it's not enjoyed I know my faults make me human
They tell me that I have failed, but I too succeed, the evidence in this, I still breathe.

To another person, too sober to understand I'm proud.

Sincerely yours, another face in the crowd