The Pills

A simple raindrop,

running down my face.

Now I realize,

I hate this place.

The world is damp, cold, and dead. 

Reflects a perfect image of whats in my head.

It’s been a progression,

but also a regression,

since I took the pills.

They make me human,

they make me live, 

And given me free will.

But to take a pill everyday,

seems more like a prison.

Is this really me,

or am I a different person? 

So I get off them, 

and turn into this nervous wreck. 

I feel that I am not good enough,

for the people of the world.

My mind tries to convince me,

that I am better off.

But you, my voice of reason. 

Helps me stay on.

Remember me