Not Out of Medication
I'm not out of medication,
not out of my mind.
I feel eyes staring at me,
eyes that are blind.
They're blind to the truth,
to the things they never knew,
creating accusations before proof,
leaving me confused.
I'm not out of medication,
not out of my psyche.
You may think I'm an open book
but you don't know
which page to turn to,
or even where to look.
I'm branded as insane
as memories flood my head
unable to explain
why they belong to someone
who is dead.
Save me, pull me out
piece my thoughts,
piece me back before
I become distraught.
I'm not out of medication,
not out of control.
You may think I'm just a puppet,
an existence without a soul,
but I'll prove you wrong,
for all these lies will not prolong.
So empty, so cold
A dark heart void of love
Hidden secrets untold
When will the truth surface above?
I'm not out of medication,
not out of strength.
It's a mental battle I must fight
It's my fall before the rise to
break the chains and
free myself from this plight.
No words need be spoken,
for even a thousand words
will not suffice what I have to say,
nor will they even be heard.
No smiles, no tears
Just consumed with the fear
of being rejected, of being unaccepted
by the people I hold so dear.
I'm not out of medication,
not out of faith.
And now in the dark
there's no looking back,
no turning away,
forward is the only way to go,
with Hope lighting my way.
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Fin