I’m Hooked

I'm doing the wrong things at the wrong times in the wrong places 

Then wallowing in self pity for my wrong decisions

I'm hooked on my regrets

A junkie feeding off my own mistakes

Perpetuation of the feces

The internal mental crap that lubricates my brain 

And makes me angry at what I should let go

Not even have grabbed in the first place

My scowls, you see, are unbecoming

So I resolve to do better

Act better

Be better

The resolving is easy

It's the actually being

I used to use chemicals to feel different

Now I always feel different

Without using anything

I am different