The Medicated Millions
It's becoming very obvious
That there is something wrong with me
Something that makes me different
And it's not my creativity
Something in my brain is broken
And I learned to live that way
Because I never saw a doctor
Out of fear of what they'd say
But my son on the other hand
He's been through it, a.d.h.d.
And it seems to me the apple
Never rolled far from the tree
I can clearly see that his problems
Well they are also mine
And the struggles he faces
Make me realize I'm not fine
But I don't want to be one of them
The medicated millions
Plus I don't want to give money to the industry
That makes money off of sick children
Another soul depended on pills
I have enough addictions in my life
Just another of the many questions
I can't seem to answer right
Should I continue on my path
Or consult a doctor over my mental health
Should I keep doing things the hard way
Or let somebody help
I don't know what to do
And there in my problem lies
I just want to see through this fog
With clear and open eyes
LukeCoomer ©
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Well, I think pills and stuff can help. I suppose it's like anything else - not good if carried to excess. I'm no physician, so I don't know how pills 'repair' the 'broken' bits of the brain.
Orchidee,
Neither do I but I thank you for your comment just the same
- luke-
You can't let your affliction become your identity! No pill will cure it, only dumb you down. I believe we are better off accepting our affliction and living life the best we can, in spite of it. I feel you, Luke.
Louis,
It just goes to show that there are no easy answers. trial and error, live and learn! I think I will only know when I take steps to rectify...if I even do!
Thanks for the comment
-luke-
Great write
Thank you sir
Welcome
This is a great poem, but I know that I cannot live without an antidepressant. I mean, I look at the side effects and I wouldn't feed it to a dog but I know I need it because without it, I want to die. I get the big pharmaceuticals and all that but I need my one med, but I don't know how it is for other people. Thanks for writing this thought provoking write.
Christina,
Thank you for commenting! I love that I created a discussion and seem to be making everyone think. I feel like I've accomplished something great when I wrote this! If not the answer to my question at least a thought provoking poem
-luke-
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