My medication
Is the colour
Of the sky in spring

Include my memories
In your repertoire
So that someone will recall
my past self

I beg you pardon
On my knees
Or my feet if you prefer

Pure chemicals is this
And I am it, too
It's what holds my head
Yet it's breaking my neck

I'm not just searching for a rose coloured reflection staring back at me
But at least remember who I was to you and what you imagined me to be