Gateway to a Cracked Sidewalk

Staring down a long tiled hallway the smell of disinfectant and hospital lingers. I'm angry and I don't know why. A multitude of personalities protesting relapse prevention. This is where your fucking God has led me. No caffeine, all step work. Lord, protect me from my evil ways. Because apparently "I" is not enough to sustain. 60 days and I am new again. Mamma forgive me of my evil ways. I have a disease and a chemical imbalance. My thoughts are sometimes strange. Sometimes I can't stand this fucking life. or maybe it's the world that can't stand me? But I want to finally stand free ...