I remember those days,
That seem not too long ago...
From us to have gone,
That far away.
When substance abuse,
Were comments appled...
To the misuse of narcotics.
And here we are today,
Observing those more neurotic...
Exposing their unstable emotions,
Climbing to heights on flights of assumptons.
And gaining attention,
For a display of their unconventional ways.
To do...
Without a thread of evidence connected,
To a competence that had been...
Respected.
But today?
The presence and meaning of substance,
And the effectiveness of using it...
Has lost its definition to be redefined,
By those out of their minds but finding themselves...
Reluctantly representing a craze they've invented.
With a belief to prevent,
More addicts distracted but attracted...
They have become,
To a madness preached to have reached...
Their sickened mentalities allowed to unleash.
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