I take my medicine, as I should
Only to find, that it’s no good.
It fixes one problem but causes another
It makes me feel as if I will smoother.
I feel so trapped, so sad and confused
I hate being bossed around and used
Work is intolerable, annoying to say the least
My emotions all gather around, as if they were to feast
The family is too nosy, and has to know it all
Things would be fine, if they didn’t have to call
I fight the urge to yell, I fight the urge to scream
If only they understood, I can’t control how I seem
I don’t mean to yell, fight or ignore
But my last bit of energy has just walked out the door
I don’t want to feel like this, so tired and alone
Yet I know I feel better, if I ‘m the only one at home.
Copyright ©2006 Bridget Lynn Gentry
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