Living in a house full of addicts is no fun, they have short memories and are long unforgiving.
Being extorted and over man handled, pressured to join in with their filthy mouth's (I have to keep silent)
I don't desire to drink, and smoke drugs with you. I have purpose, and it's not to destroy my body, mind and soul.
But to them, that is weakness, I can't be approved unless I can drink or smoke more than them and still stand up straight.
It's weak to show true emotions, weak to care and weak to to be weaker than them.