Chemical Imbalance
Woke up this morning quite dazed and confused,
Realizing where I lay has made me amused.
I am no longer in the comfort of my home,
I am stuck on an island shipwrecked and alone.
I pinch myself and ask, "Is this possibly real?"
As I look at the pinch mark and see I don't feel.
Then reality sinks in that I really am here,
Being alone on this island is not what I fear.
Fear spreads so fast that I become frantic,
My thoughts start to race as I start to panic.
I don't have my medication, what will I do?
Considering the possibilities, I have no clue.
I need them to feel normal, alert and alive.
Without my medication how will I ever survive?
I need to take my medication twice a day,
It makes me feel better about what I do, think and say.
A day without it makes me crazy and unstable,
Thorazine, Seroquel and Lithium are on a few of the labels.
I wish that I had them here with me,
While I sit in the sand by the calming sea.
As time passes I start to feel numb,
I guess i'll just have to see who I become.
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