Come to Be

You should see
What I've come to be.
Empty inside,
Willing to hide.

Cigarettes and beer are my friends,
for me, to good places they send.
They're always there
without a minute to spare and willing to share.

Drugs and lies are what I'm about.
People look at me and back I shout.
Sitting there, they stare at me
Can they truly see what I have come to be?