Anxious

When I stopped taking Valium

I started punching walls

And I think that’s a good thing

I’m Seventeen

I’ve been medicated

for four years

I’m angry and I ought to be

I’m nervous and I have every right

I’ve been treated as though I’m suicidal

but I didn’t try to die until I had been on five different "medications"

I had fear beaten into my concious for thirteen years

But I didn’t hide it under my tongue until someone saw red lines on my body

And someone told me I needed to swallow control

I didn’t need to be medicated

I needed to reclaim my pain

and form something purposeful

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