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Medication
Requires dedication
A prescription, A description
Of what's wrong with me
Not what I choose to be
 
So long ago, I did not know which way to go
Stand still, take a pill
Yet I was still ill, I didn't know why

Hidden in a room, while I sat outside
No explanation for why my mum cried
To be a child is not a sin
But they would not let me in
 
Infections, detections, injections
Tests and more tests
But mother knows best
 
Pills that made me sick
 
Physically
Mentally 
Emotionally
 
What's wrong with me?
No one will say...
 
It's an answer locked away
Behind a key within a door 
Always the same door

The same seat
The same chair
The same people always there
 
With me waiting 
Anticipating
 
Next time they'll let me in
Explain the shingles on my skin
I finally get to hear what's behind the door 
 
That thing that makes my mother cry
Now I know why....
 
Medication

What's wrong with me?

Now I know...
 
Pills I was subscribed
When the truth I was denied
 
A diagnosis that was not my choice
That was the day I lost my voice....

i dont mind

I don’t mind
But then again I do

Why did I just say that to you?

 

Was it my fear of letting you down and by some weird logic me as well?
I can’t tell
The words just came out

 

I don’t mind
Here I go again

What is stopping me from telling you the truth?

The truth..

Truth is that I do not know how I feel
Is this real? Is this Real?

 

Is this just me wanting you to like me
Not to judge me, not to see me
Not to hate me or be me

Why do I care so much?
I’ve grown out of touch

 

You’re no longer there, it’s just me

But still I stand and stare

 

What was the question again?

 

It feels like hours have past
I hope that this feeling won’t last

Then I hear a voice say “Are you alright?”

 

I don’t think I answered

Not a word was said
If just gone silent and it was all in my head

 

“Well then will you?”
The voice asked again

This time I said…

 

“No”

We are young

We are young,

We are young,

 

We may be smaller, but we’re not weak,

Do you hear our adolescent voices?

And comprehend the words we speak?

 

If wisdom truly comes from age,

Were you not once at this first page?

Did the world not give you room to shine?

Yet you deny the voice that’s mine

 

But why?….

Because…

We are young,

 

My journey may have only just begun,

But were you not once

 

A child?

A teen and all between?

A Daughter?

A Son?

 

Yet you choose to judge us,

Why?

Because…

We are young

 

See the world through our eyes,

As you once did

 

Hope,

Passion,

Sometimes anger and pain,

Try to recall when you felt the same,

 

The world may be a scary place,

To you…

 

But that not what I see,

You may think that it’s my naivety,

 

But that’s ok,

 

Like you have done before me,

I’ll find my own way,

 

I’ll laugh,

I’ll smile,

And sometimes cry,

 

I’ll scream and shout, until I’m heard,

I may not take you at your word,

 

I’m still finding who I am and what I will be,

And at times I do not know…

 

But that’s ok

 

We are young,

But do not judge us by our age,

Take the time to fully read and understand each page,

 

Only then will you finally see,

That we are our own people, both collective and individually

 

As were you…

 

When “You” were young

 

Try and remember that. 🙂 Xx