'iss is a poem i came across that i wrote when i wis a lasgie in 'e school. i entered an 'anti drug' competition set by 'e polis. i ended up getin it published in some book then
can i choost express that its NO a true story....well, no aboot me anyway. i wis only 15 at 'e time.... an i won a book token.

Wasted....by Trix

Lyin ayre,
Smacked! The ultimate hit.
Intense feelin o' weel bein. A world so perfect
but not for long,
for what goes up...must come doon.

Paranoia. Worst feelin iver.
Walkin thro toon, heid held doon.
Ivrybody's talkin, ivrybodys lookin.
Ivryones laughin. At me.

Whats goin on inside ma heid?
All these demons cuttin aboot - i start til cry.
I want til scream an shout.
Am scared!
Not oot o' ma mind...but o' ma mind.
Its workin by itsel. Its ignorin ma pleas til stop.
I hev no control!

They're efter me. I da ken who.
Or what! But they will find me.
Sooner or later. I'l be caught.
They'l take over an i'l be nothin.

I realise i hev til help masel.
i ken i hev til stop. Its so easy til choost gie in.
So hard til resist.
Or....maybe it is me. Maybe i am a bad person.
Maybe i deserve til be talked aboot, looked at...an laughed at.

Lyin ayre.
A wasted piece o' garbage. Smack-heid.
Waitin for things til get better. Waitin for things til look up.
Waitin for........choost one more fix.

Here today. Gone tomorrow
Live til learn. Borne til die.