I asked this in another section .. Is this a poem of truth ?

I made a mistake

I made a mistake in the past

That will always haunt me to the last

I let drugs and booze control my life

Which in the end took someone else’s life

Now here I sit a supposedly free man

But groups like MADD have another plan

After I done all my sentence

And made all my repentance

They don't want to see me succeed in life

So they plan to cause me nothing but strife

They petition the courts to change the laws

So that others like me are always at flaw

So here I sit in my house in the dark

Not even enough money to buy a spark

I can’t find any work without a license

And the bills are just a bothering nuisance

I tried my best to except these laws

But in the end I just stare at the walls

So here I sit with this bottle of pills

Wondering if they will cure all my ills

With no chance at living a normal life

I might as well end my miserable blight

Thanks to them I figured out a way

Of getting out of living another day