Swallowing Boats
Three pills a day for the rest of my life
Is what I need for my mind to be normal.
There is nothing wrong with that, I know
But some days
I choke
On what feels like the Titanic stuck in my throat
Because I am too consumed in thoughts of
"What would my friends think?"
"Why me?"
"One day will this be over?"
And I forget how to swallow
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