It's getting worse

I can feel it

slinking up like a predator

and I'm the prey

A tiny little pill to make it better

given by the professionals

to make you smile

"don't you want to be happy?"

I want to be happy,

but by myself

I want to smile without help

I want to laugh without withdraws 

I want to fight without help from small plastic balls

I want to stand up and say

"I did it, I won, and I did it without your meds," 

but it hard, and I want to give up

I try so hard for so long 

but nothing changes

when I look around and see their tired faces

and I stop and look at their tear-streaked faces

I stop and take their meds

because maybe they're right

maybe I need its help,

perhaps I'm not strong enough 

to fight without those 

Small plastic pills.