Bottled Up

A free verse poem about the effects of some psychotropic medications.

I'm bottled up
pill bottles across the table
not a thought to myself
but spoken in confidence
what good is this all anyway?
thoughts controlled
by round pebbled pills
they dilute the intensity
I can no longer feel what is real.
I'm bottled up
with no means of getting out
these bottles have taken my reality
making me what they want me to be
what is normal anyway?
I'm bottled up
swallowed whole, daily
suppressing the thoughts of my life
suppressing the future I once had
I'm bottled up