I was told that my silence is anger in disguise
a new revelation for me because I never think about it much
To think that I am angry in the sense that I've never known my parents
also in the sense that I was adopted into a loving one at birth

Sure, I don't know what they went through,
but I sure as hell know that choosing drugs over my life
was not the good choice.
But in reality, anger would be nice,
to break the silence,
to take my mind off the things I worry about daily.
Instead I feel nothing

In the end, choices were made,
addiction is a choice no matter how hard.
And I feel nothing.
Why should I care when you just cared...