a helpful nothing

Hate me when I smile,

Just means I’ll walk an extra mile,

To break this family war,

Lock me out of the screen door.

I was a thief and an addict,

Moments of clarity were sporadic,

And the times I could remember,

Sent chills up my back.

Another time, another place,

Another me, and another random face,

Waking up in a room,

That I have never seen before.

Don’t take pills, or do drugs,

Drinking is a past time,

At the pubs,

You can look for answers,

In a bottle,

But they have nothing there for you.

Fake a friend, fake

home,

Let me know you want to be alone,

And I’ll find a different table,

Set for fools and their fables.

Never wanted money,

Or new things,

No plasma screen,

No bling bling,

Just a pay me what you owe me,

And I’ll be on my way,