Is this the title?
Once upon a time there was a baby.
She got dropped on the head, maybe.
For everywhere she looked she saw trials.
Do other people feel this way behind their smiles?
Be good and take those pills with a grin.
Oh sure there's side effects but to quit your meds is a sin.
Because they're tired of watching her cry.
Her mom wishes she would stop getting high.
But that's life.
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My Poetry
PuisiHey guys I've started doing poetry/ writing nonsense as a way to help my depression.
