Absent Minded
Quetiapine
such a small dose
yet in conjunction with all my other meds
the mindframe it leaves me in
is one of hostility
as instead of taking things in babysteps
i want to attack
defend myself
I think i see things clearly'
and you would see this as paranoia
doesnt matter anymore
as this medicine is all a joke
Sleeping for fourteen hours a day to get up
and feel angry
hungry and want my rights back
i feel abused
invaded
disrespected
stepped on
and disrespected
losing trust in people who overreact at litlle issues
who come to invade my personal space
to come to my home to check on me
to see if im okay
like it matters as next week you change everything on kme again
and this torture from one drug to the next remains
to the mystery of where the trash lays
where is the poison inside my veigns
which chemical is itching my skin
and why do i feel so edgy lately
so angry and hurt
so clear of the ways everyone is
stepping on my rights, because I truly dont have any.
Why am i so hypersensitive to want to stand up for myslef?
have i truly been wronged
am i perceiveing things correctly?
is this all a misdirection oif my chemical imbalance
when the docotor has to guess on my own reality?
just a witchcraft if you ask me
poisoning the well
with no god
planting seeds of reverse psychology
soo tired
still no get up and go
still no desire to make my life better
i still dont truly care
but i know
when i see hallucinations they are from this medication
and not my illness
becuae im not going more insane
im not
ive seen ghosts before
ive seen visions
ive seen all sortos of things
but never ;little bunnies hopping in my living room
so dont tell me im merely just going more crazy and need a stronger dose
Quetiapine is not an age old wisdom
its the new witchcraft and being hpersesnitive
to everymedication you have put me on
i wonder why i cant sleep without them
surely you think im just manic
but i think its done something to my brain
like im codependant
but here we are arguing about something i live through
you cannot relate
and i know im right
becuase i was sleeping fine and dandy before quetiapine
and all your other hogwash medications entered my life
To the reader, this poem is written to all the people out there looking for insight into the new science of mental illnessssss and psychology of what pill does what to the brain, few people who live through it write down their mindframes, feelings and experiences in full ohnesty and unfortunately this piece is more art, truthfull art but leaves out some details, i cannot include on the net.
yet in conjunction with all my other meds
the mindframe it leaves me in
is one of hostility
as instead of taking things in babysteps
i want to attack
defend myself
I think i see things clearly'
and you would see this as paranoia
doesnt matter anymore
as this medicine is all a joke
Sleeping for fourteen hours a day to get up
and feel angry
hungry and want my rights back
i feel abused
invaded
disrespected
stepped on
and disrespected
losing trust in people who overreact at litlle issues
who come to invade my personal space
to come to my home to check on me
to see if im okay
like it matters as next week you change everything on kme again
and this torture from one drug to the next remains
to the mystery of where the trash lays
where is the poison inside my veigns
which chemical is itching my skin
and why do i feel so edgy lately
so angry and hurt
so clear of the ways everyone is
stepping on my rights, because I truly dont have any.
Why am i so hypersensitive to want to stand up for myslef?
have i truly been wronged
am i perceiveing things correctly?
is this all a misdirection oif my chemical imbalance
when the docotor has to guess on my own reality?
just a witchcraft if you ask me
poisoning the well
with no god
planting seeds of reverse psychology
soo tired
still no get up and go
still no desire to make my life better
i still dont truly care
but i know
when i see hallucinations they are from this medication
and not my illness
becuae im not going more insane
im not
ive seen ghosts before
ive seen visions
ive seen all sortos of things
but never ;little bunnies hopping in my living room
so dont tell me im merely just going more crazy and need a stronger dose
Quetiapine is not an age old wisdom
its the new witchcraft and being hpersesnitive
to everymedication you have put me on
i wonder why i cant sleep without them
surely you think im just manic
but i think its done something to my brain
like im codependant
but here we are arguing about something i live through
you cannot relate
and i know im right
becuase i was sleeping fine and dandy before quetiapine
and all your other hogwash medications entered my life
To the reader, this poem is written to all the people out there looking for insight into the new science of mental illnessssss and psychology of what pill does what to the brain, few people who live through it write down their mindframes, feelings and experiences in full ohnesty and unfortunately this piece is more art, truthfull art but leaves out some details, i cannot include on the net.
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