"It's in your head,"
The doctors say.
"Just take these meds.
You'll be okay."
You take the pills.
No more no less
Than what was prescribed
By your doctor, no less.
It makes matters worse
But no one listens.
It's as though they're angry
At your sad existence.
It's not your fault
That you're not okay
It's okay to blur lines
And instead of black, you have grey.
YOU ARE READING
Sounds of a Fish Attempting to Scale a Skyscraper
Poezja*Finished - first anthology in the Skyscrapers series* Hold fast onto life For it soon slips by. Find the things you love And hold onto them tight. But not too tight, For sometimes they leave Or find something more interesting To shove up their sle...
