Little pills filled with pure fake bliss.
This is my happiness.
In a bottle.
Lost in this simply created abyss.
"Miss Nye, I'm diagnosing you with depression,
Passive aggression,
Suicidal tendencies,
And mild obsession."
Stab me again, why don't you?
Force feeding me these pills of blue.
You really think that this is my cure?
So I can give myself a returning debut?
God, this is directing me into a spin.
Why can't it be the way it's always been?
My tears running, my rage unleashed...
What? Is this some sin?
Mind stripping of my realities.
My abnormalities.
A therapist assigned - THE RAPIST.
You're trying to change my personalities!
Sir, have you been hitting the bong?
And you're telling me that I'M wrong.
With thinking my father is crazy, and my other nonsenses.
Sir, I haven't even known you that long.
Just because I don't make sense to your society,
You diagnose me with anxiety,
Making me into my numb robot.
Don't EVEN question my sobriety!
Just because I'm a teenage girl with wild mind,
You give me pills to make me blind.
Covering up my insides like a cloak.
Of course, this is how they were designed.
To put on my mask,
Shut my flask,
Live my fake life,
Like it's some tedious task.
Let me tell you something, sir.
As your mind starts to blur,
I am NOT crazy.
So don't tell me the these things like you did her.
Oh, my rage.
Of course it's my cage.
I'm locked in this hell of fire.
Would you like a ticket backstage?
Backstage into my head.
All of my innocent thoughts have fled.
I'm filled with hate and anger.
The very reason I have bled.
No, you know what?
This conversation is shut.
I already hate you.
Author notes
I entered this into a contest; I hope it fits well.
I honestly was diagnosed with anger, tendencies, and depression.
This is just how I feel about it.
[Note: the poem is aimed to be me talking to my therapist]
In a list
A contest entry
- Fragmented Minds ( Everyone is a winner! ) by Acidanthra.
450 points, ended August 2, 2007, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Mental Afflictions by SummerlandRayne.
466 points, ended September 1, 2007, 24 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Congratulations!
This intense poem is deserving of the Gold Trophy. That first line alone is awesome, I take my little pink pill 4 times a day like the good little girl that I am
Your anger is simmering and I can feel the head. Congrats!
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Amazing how these clowns can sit down with you in their lovely little office and in five minutes think they know all there is to know about you! It is a laughable matter to me! I don't even know me...how could a stranger even pretend to! I loved this...felt it deeply and it meet the theme that I was searching for!
Blessed be~
Az
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Does no one like their therapist (like the "the-rapist", cleaver), are they all evil ?
I reall found the way you made your rage and pisstivity flow and rhyme in this write.
Excellent execution of enraged and embittered emotions.
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awesomely written......
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EXCELLENT
The flow of this could be be turned into a hip hop song! This was well done. I could feel your emotions, and understand the frustrations. Can you rap? You should seriously consider sending this into a hip hop artist or record this yourself. With some good beats, it is a HIT!
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Wonderful
Very well done. And congratulations on the honorable mention.
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Force feeding me these pills of blue.
-snorts
One of my meds is blue >>
The teeny-tiny one.
I think I was much more accepting when they diagnosed me.
"So you see,
Your past tells it all
Now that I've had a chance to look
through the glass,
I know exactly what's wrong"
"Do you now."
"Why yes,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Severe depression
Too Smart for your own good"
"Mhmm."
"Don't Mhmm me Young Lady,
You haven't heard it all yet.
Your Co-dependant"
"Because I so totally live off others problems"
"An Alcoholic"
"Been Sober now for three days."
"And. A sexist."
"But I'm one of the guys"
"Exactly. You my dear. are at high risk for a sex change."
"Oh that's right. That's a crime"
>> I don't think I've ever stopped being sarcastic with the Psycho-Therapist..
Beautiful job though honey.
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fantastic, this is what i felt like when igo diganosed with ocd
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This is wonderfully written. Full of anger towards the therapist for telling you how to act and how to live your life. Seems so matter of fact. Well done and good luck in the contest.
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doctor i mean
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yea i love this.i got a poem bout how much i hate my fucking idiot docter
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Yeah.. my doctor is really weird.. every other sentence, "Ya know what I'm sayin'?"
It's like.. "DUDE. I KNOW THAT I'M FUCKED UP. GIMMIE MY MEDS AND LEMME ALONE. >_<;;!"
Hahaa. I'm sorry, I'm sick and twisted a bit.
I don't even know if my meds are working.. makes me feel numb, I guess.
Eh, whatever. The science of medicine sucks.
Good luck in the contest!!
xx.
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i liike this.
its very emotional and im sorry you feel like this.
sometimes, because in poetry you can let out how you feel,
its can make us feel better because of the release.
but Well Done.
and i wish youu only the best.
xox
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Aww.. thank you.
Yeah, I can really get emotional when it comes to my state of being and junk, you know?
But eh.. i'm still here.. living life. >_<;; Not that I mind it anything.
Thanks for reading and commenting my work.
I appreciate it greatly.
xx.
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