Elena Plotkin


I Am Meth- Written By Anonymous - Poem by Elena Plotkin

My Name: 'Is Meth'
I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I'm easily found,

I live all around you - in schools and in town
I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.
I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.

In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
I have many names, but there's one you know best,
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.

My power is awesome; try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.

When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You do what you have to - just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms, your lungs your nose.

You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.

I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.
I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
I'll be with you always - right by your side.

You'll give up everything - your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.
I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.

If you try me be warned - this is no game,
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.

But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?

I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.

I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to heck


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I found this poem on a website and it touched me. The author's name was not given but the story behind it was. According to the website, This poem was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to meth. She wrote this while in jail. As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but, true to her story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long after, with the needle still in her arm.

Comments about I Am Meth- Written By Anonymous by Elena Plotkin

  • Silver Star - 4,266 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (5/15/2015 8:06:00 AM)

    Thanks for sharing this compelling composition. Such a sad story and a powerful poem that can save lives. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,580 Points Darlene Walsh (3/3/2015 7:44:00 AM)

    A very powerful poem, one which too many will miss, ignore, or even laugh at. It is no laughing matter, I have seen some owned by their addiction (thankfully never meth) , they are all dead now. I have added this to my favorite poems list.

    Darla (usually I put a smile face here but this time) : ( (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,619 Points Bri Edwards (4/23/2014 6:03:00 PM)

    When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live. ....the poem doesn't make me feel that living is an eventual possibility.........i mean without returning to 'the master'. but for some people whose lives are (in their opinions at least) already worth less than most others, i can understand the allure of a mind/body altering drug experience, an escape from cruel reality.
    a very well done poem. i can't help but wonder if the author actually was a meth addict, or if she/he just wanted to get a message out to people. you, elena, are doing your part to get the message out though i don't imagine too many PH readers are susceptible to the meth temptation. maybe i'm being naive?

    as for the use of heck instead of hell/Hell? i think using heck, especially when the poem is pretty consistently a rhyming poem AND the last word of the previous line was/is tell, serves to emphasize the unspoken word, hell, and serves to help the poem linger in the readers' minds.

    thanks for sharing. i'll pass it along to MyPoemList.

    p.s. i have a nephew who has been involved with drugs (not sure which ones; also alcohol i believe has been abused) since his teen years and now is in his 30s. he has fathered four or five children (well, he donated the sperm to the womEn anyway; he may not ever have been much of a father) , has stolen from his parents (and others i'm sure) , and spent a lot of time in jail/prison. to speak to him (when he is sober) , one would think this guy sure is polite and speaks well. but, ya never know! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,619 Points Bri Edwards (4/23/2014 5:45:00 PM)

    i read the poet's note before the poem. i assumed the poem dealt with methamphetamine, the drug, which i have only heard about (i mean i never used it or any of that stuff) . i thought meth.... was a pill, so i googled meth injection and was very surprised to see meth injection kits advertised for hundreds of dollars. upon further study i discovered that the kits were for injecting methanol (the engine fuel) , into engines i guess. stupid me! on to the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 622 Points Elena Plotkin (4/22/2014 8:30:00 AM)

    You know Nia I think you may have hit on something. Maybe the poet purposely chose the word heck instead of hell to show that they were still an innocent child at heart despite everything they have done in their life or maybe being so close to death and knowing it the poet was afraid to mention the word hell out of fear that would be where she would end up. Thanks for making me think deeper about it. Keep reading and writing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 33 Points Nia Schexnider (4/21/2014 2:38:00 PM)

    Oh yeah I realized that I just thought it was funny :)

    thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 622 Points Elena Plotkin (4/21/2014 2:17:00 PM)

    Thanks for your comment iip (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 622 Points Elena Plotkin (4/21/2014 2:16:00 PM)

    If it was my poem I would've written hell not heck but since it wasn't my poem and I was reposting it I didn't feel right about changing any of it.
    Thanks for your comment Nia. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 33 Points Nia Schexnider (4/21/2014 11:06:00 AM)

    hahha heck? ! really? ! What are we children on here? Besides they say Hell in church! If the church leaders say it why shouldn't the children? (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,468 Points Is It Poetry (4/11/2014 4:02:00 PM)

    Come take my hand to those cold crystal shores...iip (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 12, 2014


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