Clever Medicine

-Clever Medicine-
by
Keaton Foster



The drugs I take
The emotions I fake
No one knows me
And if they do
What they know
Is certainly not real
I am a master faker
Of life and all that it implies
To those close I appear alive
To myself I am dead inside
Deceased of all feeling
Except for one
Some manage to care for me
They hold many deeply woven ideas
And systems of belief with regard to me
And what they see as their responsibility
I wish it was easy for me to be like them
Even in the smallest of ways
But certainly it is not
They often confess understanding
They are sure that what I say
Is founded in rationale
They assure me that I am quite brilliant
And that I was born with words
In my head where my brain should be
It’s always a good laugh
A special way to ease the tension
I agree with them to save face
But the truth is that I hate them
Not because of anything
That they have done or failed to do
I hate them because I hate everything
Simple enough and quite true
The clever medicine that I take
Is part of a coping mechanism
It keeps my distain for most of my species at bay
If it was not for the drugs and the lies
And an ability to see the sky in the day
When all that I was born to see is darkness encased
I am sure that I would beat many of them to death
Probably with bricks taken from my childhood home
The place where I was raised and then laid to waste
The place where my youth and my life was raped away
Taken from me and replaced with such a terrible disease
A forever broken mind, made sublime by the drugs I take
Otherwise, just like I did
Back when I was a forcefully grown up kid
I would fight back against anyone
Who at that time in my life was everyone
That I came to know as an enemy
Those that wished to do me the greatest harm
Before I started taking such clever medicine…




Clever Medicine
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.