thought you were something, special, unique, thought you could do things most couldn’t think, thought you were capable, standing tall, but you still fell back amongst them all

you’re one of them and they’re one of you, there was never any difference between you two, it doesn’t matter how you arrived or what got you here, you’ve all come to rehab, let’s be clear

your name is nothing and you’re an alcoholic, an addict, a substance abuser, whatever the fuck we call it. we’ll say we’re on to you and you’ll give us our due. you’ll abuse our non-addictive seroquel, passing all piss tests through and through

PTSD? we’ll tell you we can see, then we’ll call you an alcoholic for the next 5 weeks, we’ll ignorantly trigger you repeatedly then re-explain your PTSD, set you free and make sure you know when AA meets

you’ll talk with a nurse suffering naivety, she’ll believe what you say faithfully, she’s nice so you’ll let her down easily, graduating feasably with a plan to find a sponsor at a local meet you’ll never see

you’ll talk to a psychiatrist who won’t let you speak because the group can’t handle what makes you feel weak, they’ll keep asking you to anyway, censored, don’t stray, so on your last group day you’ll have that say then drop that fucking mike while the loudest pin ever rolls away

then you’ll leave, sober but sick, we’ll never admit you have something we can’t fix but you sure meet the criteria for our statistics, “recovery is freedom”, thank the snake oil addicts