This poem titled Addiction describes how when life takes on a dreary and monotone feeling, joy may seem like it is a drug rather than a real emotion. To see people with so much joy makes them seem very different. This poem describes joy from an addicts point of view.
I have a sin to confess
I am rather addicted to joy
It fills my lungs when I wake up
And makes my head spin until I fall asleep
Being giddy with emotion
Is such a burden when it can’t be controlled
But I can’t stop
I love it too much
I am addicted to joy
People look at me strangely
An oddity in the world
A smear of color in a gray crowd
If you could see my mind
It would look so warped
You could not distinguish
One side from the other
I am addicted to joy
And I cannot stop
But that doesn’t mean I want to
For having joy
Has its benefits
Even if it means being different
