One Pill

One pill, two pills, three pills, four,

This mask with the grin doesn’t work like before,

it has cracks and dents and it’s falling apart,

to fake that I’m happy was my most adamant art.

Without it, I’m a mere shell that can’t smile,

only grits its’ teeth and goes on for a while,

on autopilot heading for destruction,

causing fires, chaos, destruction.

One pill, two pills, three pills, four,

To keep up appearances – I swallow them whole,

Get up, show my teeth and put on a show,

Getting pulled back and dismantled – no more.

 

 

 

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