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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