Mental Predator

Changing something, anything at all.

I know what I'd change, before the call

Of my mind is too hard to ignore,

I'd change the balance, some less and some more.

I speak not of wealth,

But of non-physical health.

My mind is what I would change,

I would change chemicals in quite a wide range

From seratonin to dopamine,

The world would open in a way I've never seen.

Perhaps I could be cured of my mental predator,

"Depression is a flaw in chemistry, not character,"

If only it were so easy, but 'tis not.

My mind feels as though it'll rot

But onwards, I go and onwards, I move.

Perhaps my mind will soon be soothed.