Take Two and Call Me in the Morning

Confessional poetry reflecting on my own dependence on medecation, briefly mentioning America's eagerness to prescribe drugs to patients.

I'm tired.

I've been hospitalized, sanitized, exorcized,

Called "a psychological enigma" by the best psychiatrist on the East Coast.

 

I've been misdiagnosed, misunderstood, mistreated for illnesses I don't have

And despite it all, they still want me to take these little

                                     pink

   pills.

 

Do I have room for one more?

Next to the blue

                 blue

                 blue,   the white

                                 white

                                 white

                                 white,   and the yellow

                    yellow prescribed,

How many chemicals will be r . u . n . n . i . n . g .  through my bloodstream?

How much damage will be done to my brain?

I should probably be concerned, but the Prozac doesn't allow it.

 

Instead I feel a soulless sense of bliss,

General  d i s s o c i a t i o n

Loss of sense of self

That familiar, yet confused demeanor.

"I know I have opinions, I just don't know what they are."

 

Though I've searched far and wide,

Trying on personalities as one may try on a coat,

Examining the pockets, looking for any hint of my ideas or beliefs

That dissolved with the brightly colored capsules I swallow

Once,twice,threetimes                 daily.

 

I've been medicated half               back.

                                way          nd

                                   to        a

                                      death

I've gone through addiction, tolerance, withdrawal.

And all without putting a tow out of |legal boundaries|

And despite it all, they still want me to take these little

                                    pink

                                      pills.

Is this the medically advanced nation we're so proud of?

 

"Wonder drugs" have adverse effects

When administered in copious doses.

These colorful k.i.l.l.e.r.s.

Are much more potent than flavored vitamins.

And despite it all, they still want me to take these little

                                     pink

   pills.

I think I'll refuse.

Author's Note

The format may be a bit messed up. "little pink pills" is supposed to be one word on each line, and the colors "blue, white, yellow" are supposed to be aligned with each other.