The Dope Poem by Luke Arthur

</>Who’s that dope that couldn’t cope?
Who kept on wrestling with the rope?
Hung out to grope, not bother with the soap
I was that dope who couldn’t cope

Nowt could please and thoughts would tease
Overwhelmed and tortured by mental disease
A looser! Hidden behind the mask of a fool
Who ended up in breakdown; a place so cruel

But, where now, is that dope who couldn’t cope
He smirks at that rope, he’s strengthen by hope
Introspected himself and sort out some help
To conquered the tear and reject the fear

In low self esteem, self pity abound
I shook myself up, turned it around
What I thought was all lost, again is found
It’s O.K. to be me, in this strange compound.