They Hate Sober

Everyone has a reason

They all have pain

There is too much treason

Everyone is staying the same.

Sitting in the back of the car

Smoking the sense out of the brain

Acting nothing like who they are

Everyone is feeling pain.

Somehow everyone ended up here

With drugs and alcohol on their mind

This is taking away their thoughts of fear

Everyone is loosing their strength to be kind.

All they had to say was No

Did they

No, No they didn't leave or go

They smoked and stayed.

This is how they handle their pain

This is how they get away

But this is how they started to change

This is how the town learned their name.

Everyone looks down on these kids

Looks down on their weakness for drugs

No one wants to try to understand the stoned kids

Maybe all they needed was hugs.

They will never find themselves

Not with the way you treat them

You make them want it more

Because you are half the reason they hate sober.

Reviews

[Maria Martin]

I loveee this. All I need is a hug, and the reason why people smoke is to get out of reality. Good job.

[Victoria Elizabeth]

great poem! keep it up!!!!!!!!!!