I want to shake you;
toss you down the stairs,
slap your face till your eyes open.
Not to hurt you
just to break the spell,
of the pharmaceutical sleeping beauty.
She got ****** into falling in love
with Snow Whites wicked sisters.
Mind askew in egregious hypocrisy.
She's got the frog emerging into a Prince
but the slipper no longer fits.
Mind lost in jealousy and greed;
vanity and self-doubt.
Ate the apple that positioned her thoughts
into thinking zombification is the only answer to this painful life.
Lacking the courage
to face the telling mirror.
She wonders alone, lost.
Falling down the rabbit hole.
Desperately grasping little vials,
to hide from the truth,
forget about self-loathing.
If only the vials carried an ounce of courage
the girl could find the moral
of her privileged story.
This poem is result of a fight with a friend of mine who takes multiple pharmaceuticals, but lacks the self-reflection to see how they impact who they are as a person. As someone who has taken similar medications and had to have a major wake up call from my friends, their situation was one I understood but could not help with, because I was not the right friend to point out the errors in their thought process. This is also about how your friends can be a negative influence on your perception of reality, your life priorities, and how you value your own self worth. Aka, being in large groups where everyone is the same doesn't result in open eyes.