I awake and take the pills the doctor prescribed
The necessary chemicals that keep me alive
They make me tired
And they don’t work
I am told by my peers to live a meaningful, beautiful life.
But the elders they tell me to cover up,
And don’t go out at night.
And i listen to the elders
I’ve been holding back,
Holding back the tears,
That have laid on my eyelids,
That have turned into weeks now.
I wonder when they’ll finally break free,
What will the last straw be?
I can feel myself almost give in,
But then I force myself,
Force myself to shove them back, …