Medication Pic

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....

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