My thoughts were scattered and whimsical; nothing serious
It's like I couldn't think straight
Thought I was delirious o_O
A severe case of writers block; thought I needed to be checked in
I was prescribed, or better yet recommended 'anti emotional'
So I'm Over dosing on my 'medicine'
Becoming mentally stable,
Some say it's just a sense of mind;
it's fictional; a fable
But I take it anyway,.
It makes a bad hour turn into a great day
Or a great week, but you can call it as you see it
I don't know if this is the right cure, I just believe it .
But sometimes I get upset I don't want to be addicted
I can't function too long without it, it's like a restriction; I
I grab up my stash, with plans to throw it down the toilet
Its like my word is never held up, my own plans? I foiled it.
Then I'm back to square two,
Because it know it's a potential problem, I just don't know what
But maybe it's not and all along I've doing it right
&& on that note I think I'm about to take flight . ^