So angry, I drop my drink
Smashing it to the floor
As I storm, not storm, strut
To the mirror
Splashing water on my face
Realising I'm in a rut
Of drinking; drugs and sex
Not sure how to address
The situation.
Maybe this is my legacy
Maybe this is who I'm meant to be.
A little bit of him.
And a little bit of you.
With the hand I was dealt with.
What the fuck else was I supposed to do?
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