Take My Stand Poem by Brianna Kitchener

Its time for me to make my stand.
Aren; t you sad you can't take my hand?
Reach my high.
Wave goodbye.

As the drugs reach my brain.
Feel my soul finally drain.
Feel my heart slowly stop.
Feel my bodt slowly drop.

Pot was my escape.
As my death takes shape.
It drew me away.
In that high I wish to stay.

You hate my escape you think its digusting.
But you never knew you weren't worth trusting.
With my little secert.
No need to fret.

This is why I do what I do
All of the evil was to escape you.
So don't say this is my fault.
I wanted to introduce you to my secert vault.

Where everything is hidden.
Where you are now forbidden.
Where I smoke pot.
Where I never get caught.