I was put on stronger depression pills.
They didn't make a difference.
They just numbed me.
Made me motionless, mechanical.
Fake.
I was a puppet, my strings controlled by the evils of my emotions.
The deceptive shape-shifter behind it all.
But I was a blindfolded slave.
Wrapped in chains I couldn't see.
Whipped by ropes I couldn't feel.
Choked by flames and smoke I couldn't smell.
Or feel burning my flesh.