My list has now hit four
And I realise it now
I am not who I was
They are treating someone else
This one removes emotion
Making me more in controll
It makes me the pilot
Of a pathetic empty shell
This one removes the voice
And the thoughts that it drives
It backlashes my concience
True sense is dwindling
This one makes me sleep
Getting rid of the stress
The driving forces of existance
Are being sealed with a pill
The last one stops the swing
I can't have any variety
What made me interesting
Has been swung the other way
They are treating someone else
Because who I was doesn't exist
Twice each morning and night
It's killing me inside again
Author notes
In the time between when my morning meds wear off and before my evening meds kick in, I wrote this in all sanity.
Comments
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I know that no matter how much they try and take you away and change you, that you will always fight back tom.
"This one removes emotion
Making me more in control
It makes me the pilot
Of a pathetic empty shell"
i understood and felt this verse more than most things i have ever read. the image you portrayed here was clear concise but yet still very creative. hang in there mate we are all standing right beside you.
"They are treating someone else
Because who I was doesn't exist"
you managed to be able to put this at the start and at the end and also keep that same theme continuing throughout the whole poem. one thing that i have trouble with though is knowing who i am that actually does exist. i mean if i was to change completely tomorrow would i not exist as the person i am or would i be turning into the person i should be?? (this is something ive tried many times myself to put into poetry). the fact that we (or i) have no genuine idea of what type of person we are. in the end this poem was: sad, inspiring, thought provoking and a damn good read. keep it up!
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