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I
AM
METH
My
Name
Is
Meth
I
destroy
homes,
I
tear
families
apart,
take
your
children,
and
that's
just
the
start.
I'm
more
costly
than
diamonds,
more
precious
than
gold,
The
sorrow
I
bring
is
a
sight
to
behold.
If
you
need
me,
remember
I'm
easily
found,
I
live
all
around
you
-
in
schools
and
in
town
I
live
with
the
rich; I
live
with
the
poor,
I
live
down
the
street,
and
maybe
next
door.
I'm
made
in
a
lab,
but
not
like
you
think,
I
can
be
made
under
the
kitchen
sink.
In
your
child's
closet,
and
even
in
the
woods,
If
this
scares
you
to
death,
well
it
certainly
should.
I
have
many
names,
but
there's
one
you
know
best,
I'm
sure
you've
heard
of
me,
my
name
is
crystal
meth.
My
power
is
awesome;
try
me
you'll
see,
But
if
you
do,
you
may
never
break
free.
Just
try
me
once
and
I
might
let
you
go,
But
try
me
twice,
and
I'll
own
your
soul.
When
I
possess
you,
you'll
steal
and
you'll
lie,
You
do
what
you
have
to
--
just
to
get
high.
The
crimes
you'll
commit
for
my
narcotic
charms
Will
be
worth
the
pleasure
you'll
feel
in
your
arms,
your
lungs,
your
nose.
You'll
lie
to
your
mother;
you'll
steal
from
your
dad,
When
you
see
their
tears,
you
should
feel
sad.
But
you'll
forget
your
morals
and
how
you
were
raised,
I'll
be
your
conscience,
I'll
teach
you
my
ways.
I
take
kids
from
parents,
and
parents
from
kids,
I
turn
people
from
God,
and
separate
friends.
I'll
take
everything
from
you,
your
looks
and
your
pride,
I'll
be
with
you
always
--
right
by
your
side.
You'll
give
up
everything
-
your
family,
your
home,
Your
friends,
your
money,
then
you'll
be
alone.
I'll
take
and
take,
till
you
have
nothing
more
to
give,
When
I'm
finished
with
you,
you'll
be
lucky
to
live.
If
you
try
me
be
warned
-
this
is
no
game,
If
given
the
chance,
I'll
drive
you
insane.
I'll
ravish
your
body,
I'll
control
your
mind,
I'll
own
you
completely,
your
soul
will
be
mine.
The
nightmares
I'll
give
you
while
lying
in
bed,
The
voices
you'll
hear,
from
inside
your
head.
The
sweats,
the
shakes,
the
visions
you'll
see,
I
want
you
to
know,
these
are
all
gifts
from
me.
But
then
it's
too
late,
and
you'll
know
in
your
heart,
That
you
are
mine,
and
we
shall
not
part.
You'll
regret
that
you
tried
me,
they
always
do,
But
you
came
to
me,
not
I
to
you.
You
knew
this
would
happen,
many
times
you
were
told,
But
you
challenged
my
power,
and
chose
to
be
bold.
You
could
have
said
no,
and
just
walked
away,
If
you
could
live
that
day
over,
now
what
would
you
say?
I'll
be
your
master,
you
will
be
my
slave,
I'll
even
go
with
you,
when
you
go
to
your
grave.
Now
that
you
have
met
me,
what
will
you
do?
Will
you
try
me
or
not?
It's
all
up
to
you.
I
can
bring
you
more
misery
than
words
can
tell,
Come
take
my
hand,
let
me
lead
you
to
Hell!
This
was
written
by
a
young
Indian
girl
who
was
in
jail
for
drug
charges,
and
was
addicted
to
meth.
She
wrote
this
while
in
jail.
She
fully
grasped
the
horrors
of
the
drug,
as
she
tells
in
this
simple,
yet
profound
poem.
She
was
released
from
jail,
but,
true
to
her
story,
the
drug
owned
her.
They
found
her
dead
not
long
after,
with
the
needle
still
in
her
arm.
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