The pills make me forget about the truth; make me hide my true feelings. They fog my vision of the real world in thinking that there is some good in it. They tell me I am not the only one, and that I can make it. They block my mind’s eyes and my vision, and tell me I’m fine. When my mind is just really being hypnotized, in thinking all this, and I wonder who I really am, I love the me when I’m on them, because I have nothing to worry, but I love the true me too… I’m stuck in between something I’m not, but want to be, and something I am and love who I am, but don’t like facing the depressing truth about life in general.
