Them
They hate my pills
he screams
"they're poison"
what could that mean?
my intrusive thoughts creep on
They're afraid
I think
of me being brave
of me haunting the shrink
they want to remain
those parts of my brain
if I continue the pills with brawn
someday I'll blink
and they'll be gone
"We're parts of you"
they plead
"We are everything you lose,
you see."
I feel their pain
at the thought of going away
and I begin to believe
They aren't them, but me
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