The Doctor's Still Don'T Know
Diagnosis
another two edged sword
Here we go
some other pill to swallow
choke it down and see
Will this one leave me blowing me nose in my hand
or crying for days on end on the floor?
What about the mysterious rash?
erectile dysfunction like that other cocktail dose?
but I'm sure with this new big word they can help me
I know they must be close
Diagnosed and diagnosed
and if i get upset
or agitated
for the tortures ive endured for my side effects
heaven forbid
another presciption
a new name for my mental state
and here we go again
Drug induced psychosis
Manic Bi polar
Schtsophrenic of the disorganised type
schitso effective mood disorder
but none of them knows anything thats been going on in my life
Respiridone makes you fat
and five years of dieting and exercise wont be enough to take it off
but the blessing of all the work out books and magazines you read
is you will learn a lot
Stellazine makes you twich and drool
but they will smile as you have these spasms and say
they've never seen you better
and as you feel so hollow
never ever dare to get confused
and ever have a temper
Swallow this
swallow that
the antidepreesants are killers
literally
and I'm still singing about my friends
as i twiddle my thumbs
about the lies and liars
and who said what
and the lawyers that wont let me talk
Diagnosed several times
a two edged sword
called amnesty and talked to allah
the joke of the switch board
Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2007
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