Few know what it's like,
To live the life of Jekyll and Hyde,
To have an entire persona,
An entire experience,
An entire outcome.
On the on/off switch,
Of a lil' powdered pill.
As I get older,
Everything gets more complicated,
The only question I have to ask,
Is how do I minimize that difference?
And do I take the direction of which I was born with,
Or which I was given?
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Symptoms
PoesiaPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
