Yellow pills.Bitter down my throat.
Sizzle in my stomach.
Spread to my veins.
Yellow pills,
That have me feeling,
Not like me.
But to stay in control,
How else should I satisfy,
These impulsive woes of vision?
Yellow pills.
Kind of hard to swallow,
All the wisdom that I'm lacking,
Packing in a pill for me to swallow.
Yellow pills,
Serotonin and dopamine laced.
But is this me?
Or is it better to be blue?
Better to be without,
You little yellow pills.
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PoetryTired of trying to be everything. Trying to be perfect. Wrong paths and wrong people and missed opportunities. Am I letting my mental illness take over my life? A look into the mind of a BPD, Anxiety ridden woman. With no identity but her Panic. W...