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A raw reflection on the use of medication for mental health, this poem questions whether pharmaceutical solutions truly address the root of the problems or just mask them. It examines the conflict between relying on substances for relief and the deeper struggle of trying to cope with mental health challenges in an imperfect system.
Poem
Here they are, my happy pills.
Forget therapy. It cures what ills.
Stay strong for those who care,
Pushing on with a smile to wear.
Care? Into the wind I throw.
Feeling down? Take Lexapro,
Zoloft, or Prozac. Hey Alexa,
Should I even take Celexa?
With inhibitors in me all,
I balance it with alcohol.
Taking antidepressants on?
Try taking some bupropion.
To that one person who
My antidepressants took,
I hope you're in a happy zone.
Also, take some trazodone.
I take hydroxyzine. I'm not dehydrated.
Didn't take BuSpar before my mind faded.
Down the toilet, just flush them all.
Joined the Army. My mind goes AWOL.
Why should I tend to me at all?
Why should I remain in control?
No one listens or cares what I say.
Feelings don't matter. No need to stay.
Music & Lyrics
Master Xoldier
In the Mix
Here they are, my happy pills.
Forget therapy. It cures what ills.
Stay strong for those who care,
Pushing on with a smile to wear.
Care? Into the wind I throw.
Feeling down? Take Lexapro,
Zoloft, or Prozac. Hey Alexa,
Should I even take Celexa?
With inhibitors in me all,
I balance it with alcohol.
Taking antidepressants on?
Try taking some bupropion.
Master Sold Here
In the Mix
(In the Mix)
Here they are, my happy pills.
Forget therapy. It cures what ills.
Stay strong for those who care,
Pushing on with a smile to wear.
Care? Into the wind I throw.
Feeling down? Take Lexapro,
Zoloft, or Prozac. Hey Alexa,
Should I even take Celexa?
With inhibitors in me all,
I balance it with alcohol.
Taking antidepressants on?
Try taking some bupropion.
To that one person who
My antidepressants took,
I hope you're in a happy zone.
Also, take some trazodone.
Without a smile to wear.
I take hydroxyzine. I'm not dehydrated.
Didn't take BuSpar before my mind faded.
Down the toilet, just flush them all.
Joined the Army. My mind goes AWOL.
Without a smile to wear.
Here they are, my happy pills.
Forget therapy. It cures what ills.
Stay strong for those who care,
Pushing on with a smile to wear.
Why should I tend to me at all?
Why should I remain in control?
No one listens or cares what I say.
Feelings don't matter. No need to stay.
In the Mix
(In the Mix)
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