Veils of Sweetness!

For the longest time, I was on a dreadful journey of de-addiction of some prominent poisons, one is sugar and the others are a few toxic connections!

It sure has been a long and exhausting roller-coaster ride of insulin and emotions…

These poisons are interlinked and bring with them a hideous dependency,

Crawling out of this ugly web is nearly impossible for one with a needy tendency

The toxic offenders often kept me hooked with false rewards for my loyalty,

Well, I'm amazed at how long it took me to drag myself out of this cruelty

These poisons enslave you with an unneeded high, throwing you far from the CALM!

The poisons wear a veil of sweetness, covering their greed and sham

The overconsumption of the poisons had resulted in my ugly and shapeless appearance!

It sucked the joy, beauty, excitement, and novelty out of every wonderful experience!

Rejecting the illusionary satisfactions, the mental immune cycle might come on track,

Let me go sugar-free and stress-free, and get off this crack!

Maybe I need to find alternatives, get sober, and have fun,

Or indulge in another drug, maybe the “not so poisonous one!”

Nature will keep repeating the lessons that you refuse to learn,

Alas, one doesn't fathom the lessons until a few stingy burns

Blood is not thicker than water no matter how close the connections,

You don't need a trail of betrayals to slit these blue-blood relations

Once you discover the manipulated blue sky hovering over your life was a lie,

gather all your courage to find the 'Truman's door', bow out of it and fly...!

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