diagnosed
grunge poetry

diagnosed

doctor told me that i sound depress / d .
it caught me off – guard ; never guess / d
the suburbs is where depression rests .

seen a few counsellors .
they couldn ‘ t save me .
only offer / d pills
that drove me crazy .

handful of pills .
head full of hate .
can ‘ t tell what ‘ s real
n what ‘ s faKe .

i ‘ ve hid from the rain ,
still in the shade .

these pills are trying to
convince me to go w / the grain .

who ‘ s insane ?
the one who wants to fit in ?
or the one ‘ s who label him ill
b / c he ‘ s different ?

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