i am glad that people want to help me
but they
put pills down me like a vending machine
and take a seat...
eagerly awaiting their
return-on-investment.

i suppose i could say a lot of mean things
about these people
who wait for me
to show a sign
of "getting better"...
but i am just like them
i sit in the corner of my mind
watching, waiting
for it to all subside
hitting my brain
the best i can
with shots of anesthesia
so those little pills
can operate
without
hurting
me

i am trying to erase
my childhood
the best that i can
but i guess
(and everyone else agrees)
we'd better call in
a better man.