Lies and Chemicals
Upon further analysis
Of the human brain,
We understand being anxious
Is more than a neck pain
Nestled below a smile
Are you a contradiction?
Are you a sham?
Are you your own fiction?
I am
I've been for a while
Don't get me wrong
I'm happy
I can sing a song
My toes can tip-tappy
Down the store aisle.
But as I lay in my bed
The bright light makes me wish
I was dead.
Maybe I'm just putting up a fight
For my life in this bile.
Dear God, please send me
A rush of dopamine
In order to me to see
Happiness isnt just morphine
In a vile.
This poem is about:
Me