Nobody knows

that I faced a fork in the road.

One was angry, violent, and antisocial.

  A klepto that stole pills from sick grandparents

  and money from boyfriends who'd worked hard for it.

Another path was of self-reflection and healing;

  making friends and loving others' company.

The latter is a road

  that has me sixth months clean.

I think about how scary I used to be,

and I'm glad I left that behind.