At times I lose my balance
Trapped in my head
Trapped in my bed
I’m supposed to be perfect
But I self-destruct instead

The little green pills
Remove me from reality
A dead dreamless state
They call a cure for anxiety

Too tired to respond
Too empty to laugh
The doctors tell me more pills
are the only options left

Now I have one for headaches, one for heartache, one for fears,
I have one for all the side effects for each one listed here

I skip the happy pill
To feel enough to complain,
The doctor says we’ve got to find the balance, and prescribes me something
for the pain

© Milan Lopes