Age 11 To 23 Poem by Sam Edison

I am sorry for all the wrong Ive done
I was a child thinking of only fun
So many victims of my evil choices
I can still hear your pleading voices
I had a gun in your face and took what wasnt mine
Life in these group homes lead me to life of crime
I wasn't born evil and no longer am I now
Maybe I was never but I knew no other way how
To survive in this lonely mad world to get respect from my peers
To one day being top dog living my life not regarding fears
I dirtied my soul taking my self further from the Lord
Many times the only reason was I didn't want to be bored
I hated myself thinking my life had no meaning
So I did what I pleased noone tried interveaning
Counselers where equally scared
To help me they weren't prepared
First time heading to prison seemed like graduation
Didn't take long before phsychiatric evaluation
They could never figure me out
I knew how to play their games 
Quickly they sent me back to general pop
On the day of my release I knew I would be back
Seen life behind bars 3 more times before getting on track
Today Im still fighting demons I call them my Leprechauns
But no more robbery and stabbings or criminal wrongs
And they all thought that I would never change
Give your life up to God and let him rearrange
And thats what Ive done and things have gotten better
Even though I need to dry out stop getting my liver wetter