My mind is laced with visions of the previous days,
as I prepare myself to march onward, can't lay still here any longer.
The alarm screams, reminding me of my usual morning rituals;
get up
take my awful pill
dress nicely
smile.. pretending nothing is wrong.
If only that were even still true.
I might as well not take anything, I still feel her inside me,
causing me to be restless, causing me disruptions..
Time to call the doctor, Akathisia is knocking,
those pretty Aderall pills are not working, she's stronger.
It's almost like seizures..
One minute I'm fine..
The next my body feels tight, cramped..
It's like it's saying "Move, Dammit!"
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this is based off personal experience with a little bit of a twist. i'm not on aderall and i don't see a doctor for my problems. other than that... yeah...
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Interesting
I like it. I'll be honest I had to look up adderall. haha. But anyway. Its a very good poem.
I liked it very much.
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