God, grant me the serenity

      Damn, I hate this prayer.

           It strips my identity.

                God.

           Hates.

      Me.

to accept the things I cannot change,

      Every week's the same.

           I can't seem to rearrange

                My.

           Cursed.

      Life.

the courage to change the things I can,

      Drowning in the need

           Spinning fast, lopsided fan

                Drug.

           Of.

      Choice.

and the wisdom to know the difference.

      Colors in my head

           Waiting, my deliverance

                I.

           Feel.

      Loved.

Note: The poem in italics is a portion of the Serenity Prayer by Reinhold Niebuhr recited in 12 Step meetings.