I remember the day so clearly

A teenage boy before your eyes

You handed out a life sentence

Force feeding me your lies

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Chemical imbalance

These pills will make things right

Trusted trained professional

Adding pressure to my plight

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It's funny though as I recall

I came to you with stress

You handed me the big bad D

And left me in a mess

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Never ending medicated me

Poisoning body and soul

You said I'd always suffer

Eight years my life you stole

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How many times did I say no?

Each time with greater force

Your response ever predictable

Prescribe more drugs of course

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Then came the psychologist

Who didn't know my name

Hand in hand with Dr Death

Lies given where the same

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Your story never seemed to fit

But I had no strength to fight

Why challenge qualified opinion

How could you not be right?

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Through age and experience

Solutions came to me

Then began the vital quest

To regain my sanity

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Depression is still rising

More cases every day

New unsuspecting victims

Believing what the doctors say.

Copyright © 2008 Matthew P. Nicholson