Weed and Contradicting Thoughts

"Inhale the good Exhale the bad" These words are spoken.. as they rise to a dream of a life they wish they had I try to understand.. Why there is such a strong need for this thing known as "weed".. Or.. Ganja, bud, tree, Mary Jane, green, pot, dope, cannabis, grass, marijuana.. this "dank shit" Are causing me thoughts you may find unfit But that's just me.. My mind rolls into opinions that contradict themselves back and forth back and forth Almost like my brain is literally cut into fourths Back to topic... What I do understand is the pain of constant rain Dripping on your joys Drowning the memories you hold Soaking your smile till it has no choice but to crumble and fold And I even get... That it may help you find.. the deepest vaults of your mind And you could argue.. that some people need to be handed a key.. to unlock their creativity But is it genuine? Is it real? Is that really how you feel? Or is it a cloud of smoke that creates its own laughter.. the laughter you hear to a horse in a bar joke Get the metaphor or don't I guess it depends on how much you toke Now I'm not talking to the cancer patients, or the people with eating disorders I'm talking to the ones who see this leaf as a way of their life order Grow the fuck up Your problems can't stay rolled in a blunt Roll to the ground and pray for strength I'm sorry if you're mad, but I see being high as being weak Maybe it's me and my contradicting thoughts Maybe it's because I can't touch the ones I love because they're always higher than me.. Maybe... it's just pure jealousy See I can't blow trees My mind panics at anything it can't see.. Which is why I'm honestly not sure where I stand Everyone I love walks through this sand Strutting proudly through the tiny grains of a high that bury their wrong Crushing the pain that has made them.. them.. microscopic But I believe.. that you.. you all by yourself.. Have the strength for opening your mind beyond telescopic For you are beautiful Along with your heart No matter how many lies have been genuinely whispered to you in the dark And you my love, and you as well, yes.. you.. with the eyes that swell.. are amazing as YOU. I can't see the person you truly are.. Because of the smoke that's covering your every scar You are amazing as you Not as this hovering cloud with the inability to touch the ground And on this cloud I've sat.. so my opinion should be allowed.. But you see.. ground is reality.. And reality is life... Which is a whole bunch of strife.. along with a million cuts from the sharpest knife.. That really just cuts till you bleed.. Cutting and and grinding until it reaches your very seed.... These are reasons to hide from this world These are reasons to live in a comfortable curl Walk with the image behind you unclear Listen with words muted.. the ones that kill us to hear But.. These tortures have made me.. me They are the building blocks of everything I am meant to be They will bring light to everything I am meant to see Supply the breath I am meant to breathe Direct me to every bed of which my body will sleep And place every salted stain on my cheeks So I guess you could say.. that I am Mary Jane And if I choose.. I myself will allow my lungs, body, and mind to let in any good and let out any bad "Inhale the good, and exhale the bad" .. 1.. Silent and pure 2.. Let my words be my cure 3.. Am I sure? This is my anguished opinion.. These shaken thoughts are concrete I know.. my mind is tad off beat Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, of course It's all good if you disagree I understand if your life.. is.. weed It's okay.. do you. But these words.. I'm doing me too.