October 8, 2012
By Anonymous

If I’m being honest, I’m a little bit lonely.

I’m a little bit sad.

I’m a lot bit frustrated by the way my brain relies on a little white pill to keep it’s s*** together.

I’m disheartened that I have to rely on a chemical to feel normal.

I’m infuriated by the fragility of my emotions and the way they are manipulated by a single dose.

I’m scared of the feeling of having no control and even more so of the way my mind suggests to fix it.

The author's comments:
This poem is about my frustration and struggle with depression and the fact that I have to take medication for it.

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