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