The Happy Little Pill
I take the happy little pill,
I feel like I take it against my will.
They make me feel I lost part of me,
I want to stop taking them don't you see.
It helps me manage my disease,
They think it will help me live life with some ease.
Before the pill I lived by mine not society's rules,
Even now I still won't sink on that ship of fools.
Come hell or high water I will not be led to slaughter.
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Your title is confusing - you make it sound like the pill is happy, when actually it's the pill that makes you happy.
Just a comment......
It was a bit of sarcasm on my part. Sorry for the confusion.
Cool poem!!
Are you taking pills sweetie? Do you have something wrong with you? Or is this poem not even about you? Just curious? Take care sweetie!! Love always, MM XOXO
MM-I am Bi-Polar so I take them to make me feel "happy". Yeah right. Thanks for dropping by. Did you get a chance to look at the pictures of Duke?
I hope this info does not stop anybody from talking to me here in blogland. Catch ya later babe.
Hi Marie, I think it was very lyrical. I know a few bi-polar people. Sometimes they get a bit cranky, but I still love them.
Still talking to ya:). There are more bipolars around than you think, they're just not being as upfront about it as you, very brave and honest. ;)
Despite the rumors, I've actually been checked out for this disorder, twice, at my request.
...but my mother IS bipolar and I understand the disease very well. Your poem accurately describes losing the great highs and lows and some say they feel they lose creativity, but not according to this poem...I wish my mother could express herself as eloquently and creatively as you, it helps me to know what it feels like for her.
Well, according to her, and despite the shrinks telling her AND us she has bipolar I disorder, she says she just has "insomnia"...never really accepted it.
I went in to the shrinks' office and said, "Check me for bipolar disorder, please, I think I'm crazy."
They said,"Um...that's a bit unusual, usually the first sign that you're not crazy is thinking you're crazy."
What we found is a bipolar mother projecting ones issues onto her daughter, and the daughter believed her.:)
One hell of an generalized anxiety disorder I've got, though, yikes.:)
Take care....again, if this causes you trouble or people from posting here, please feel free to delete, I won't be offended.:)
SS-Thanks for the posotive feedback. Read the December 05 post "Missing" you will find it informative and a little entertaining.
I have found that there is a certain stigma connected with the mentally ill. "You're mentally ill so therefore you are crazy or a Physco". I am neither. I am somebody who is trying to manage a disease while trying live a normal life. I am not playing the victim here. I am just telling you what I have had to put up with.
As always please feel free to stop by any time.
No, babe, the craziest people out there are the ones who are too afraid to ever take a look and use very strong, but very poor coping skills to deal with life.
Ask any professional MD or therapist...the craziest people are the ones who are too threatened to see if something's wrong with them.
Oh, btw...I'm not going to anyone else's blog besides the people that have been on mine recently, but I've heard a rumor. I should probably not listen myself to gossip, but I just want to make it public.
I did not shut my blog down because of you. You asked me that on Kevin's blog and I answered you...and that should be between you and me.:)
People should really make their sitemeters public when they throw out these crazy-ass accusations, but as usual, there is no proof.:)
i am diggin' the flow of that poem girl.
you got madd skillz!
take care!
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