Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Doctor, increase the dosage.

There’s a few things we should talk about. I didn’t want to tell you in front of all those people so we’ll come to this little room, away from everything. First off, your mask; take it off, it’s not worth baring anymore. You don’t need to fake it anymore. Let them see you, let them touch you, it won’t hurt anymore. It’s too obvious now, everybody can predict your next move. This is your 22nd birthday, sure feels great to know you stopped mentally and emotionally maturing at the age of 8 years old. They have medicine for that these days though; they have medicine for everything. Got a cold? Take a pill. Got a rash? Take a pill. Got a headache? Take a pill. Got a constant thought of wanting to blow your brains out? Take a pill. Let it run down smoothly and let your serotonin levels even out for 8 hours. Hopefully something doesn’t throw you out of whack. Doctor, increase the dosage. Those thoughts are creeping up again, and you know it’s going to ruin something, just try not to let anything get in the way this time. It delays the inevitable. So it’s come full circle and I’m sitting here talking to you (me) your exterior self evaluating every single thing your mind has conjured up.