Rambles about Medication
There are times when my stomach turns queasy at the possibility that by swallowing my pills I am also swallowing my true self
It is not that I believe the drugs are ineffective,
It is the paranoia that may be too effective
Is it fair to give a part of myself away to pills,
Even if this part was filled to the brim with bad decisions?
Am I medicating away my feelings?
Will my personality dry up,
Will the fire go out?
Will my soul wither if I choose to decrease the intensity and pain of my experiences?
Is sanity worth preserving authenticity?
My art suffers so and I fight:
Genius or sanity!
Pick, quick!
Productivity or sanity!
Pick, quick!
It is then I have to remind myself,
This is not a choice simply between madness and sanity,
But a choice between life and death
Whether manic or depressed,
If it is more than suicide:
It is stupidity, it is vulnerability
Nonetheless, tragedy
It is madness in every extreme.