A weird poem about taking medicine to help me deal with who I am really am deep inside. |
-Clever Medicine- by Keaton Foster The drugs I take The emotions I fake No one knows me And if they do What they know Is certainly not real I am a master faker Of life and all that it implies To those close I appear alive To myself I am dead inside Deceased of all feeling Except for one Some manage to care for me They hold many deeply woven ideas And systems of belief with regard to me And what they see as their responsibility I wish it was easy for me to be like them Even in the smallest of ways But certainly it is not They often confess understanding They are sure that what I say Is founded in rationale They assure me that I am quite brilliant And that I was born with words In my head where my brain should be It’s always a good laugh A special way to ease the tension I agree with them to save face But the truth is that I hate them Not because of anything That they have done or failed to do I hate them because I hate everything Simple enough and quite true The clever medicine that I take Is part of a coping mechanism It keeps my distain for most of my species at bay If it was not for the drugs and the lies And an ability to see the sky in the day When all that I was born to see is darkness encased I am sure that I would beat many of them to death Probably with bricks taken from my childhood home The place where I was raised and then laid to waste The place where my youth and my life was raped away Taken from me and replaced with such a terrible disease A forever broken mind, made sublime by the drugs I take Otherwise, just like I did Back when I was a forcefully grown up kid I would fight back against anyone Who at that time in my life was everyone That I came to know as an enemy Those that wished to do me the greatest harm Before I started taking such clever medicine… Clever Medicine Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |