Previously I saw Dr Yap small sized Head of Department Who dosed me with a cocktail of medications They say my illness could be caused by the very drugs that were meant to treat them. Schizo-memetic. It eventually drained all my mom and my savings. Because I did not take medication at home. I started puking
Dark times. I projected a piercing tower into the skies with my mind, a effigy, orifice, against the odds, a beacon, a signal for them to come to get me.
Cursed to take medication for life To keep my psychosis under control and away To function pretty normally As if puking and stuffy nose Is 'normal'.
Acceptance Is so difficult I want to turn back the clock and Right Those Wrongs But I Can't. All I can do Is make the best and most Out of what I have And what already Is.