I am Benadryl

I am a comfort for your sick heart

I am an excess for when you’re looking for a good time.

I am there when you’re sad and need comfort and rationale

Or kissing so you can feel 3 teaspoons of Something New

When all I wanted to do was push you against the wall and show you

I am more than a dumb drug

But I’ll subdue what I felt, for your sake, under my wishy-washy pink self

I am a prize to be won

Than left in the medicine cabinet until spring rolls around again

Or I am a lie to be told

When the suggested dosage hangs too high over your head

I am a status symbol

A fun party game

But I am more than a metaphor

More than the sum of your stories

Still you see Benadryl