Do You Believe in Happy Pills?

I feel that I'm some what

a little bit deranged.

I'm out of fucking order,

I'm mentally insane.

Do you believe in happy pills?

Do they make pills for this?

Do you think that some where

in all this craziness,

lies my inner bliss?

I'm beginning to think I'm bipolar

and I obviously hear voices in my head.

They fight and brawl and bicker

until I don't even remember any

of what they said.

Or maybe I'm just eccentric

no, no I'm not, don't even use that word.

Fuck it, I'm done with this poem

these last 17 lines are all absurd.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

the poem has great logic in side and the theme you expressed here is quite inspiring one...well done dear friend shana , the sweet