Two a day, little green capsules shining in the morning light popping out of their casing,

Two a day, as I swallow them with some water part of me to is washed away,

Two a day, altering who I am, turning me into a mould of what doctors and society think normal means,

Two a day, fatiguing, sleepless nights await and with them come the nightmares, so many nightmares,

Two a day, isolating my heart and what it once was, turning it grey and cold,

Two a day, that’s what they said, I despise it and I want to stop but without them I am nothing,

Two a day, who were they to punish me for what I couldn’t help, who are they to be enraged by what is out of my control, who are they to bring me down,

Two a day, what I once was I am no longer, what I will become is not my choice, I have grown dependent and weak, I have lost my freedom, never lose yours,