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Big Pharma

   
   
Labels here cast
as defined from
their textbook:

         
Diagnosis #1-          
major depressive                
disorder;                
this horror            
subconsious            
she must overcome          
         
         
Here let me just
inspect your scars too:

         
Diagnosis #2-                
self mutilator;                
it’s her sacred                
revelator            
tapestry curator            
the lines are drawn          
         
         
And so we see
further cataloging:

         
Diagnosis #3-                
insomnia;                
bloodshot delirium            
portrays what she            
remains voiceless            
to speak          
         
         
But are you ready
for more?

         
Diagnosis #4-                
OCD;                
repetitious                
behavior of blade                
only indicator                
anxiety laced          
         
         
Then at the weigh-in
they notice too:

         
Diagnosis #5-                
anorexic;              
so thin      
emaciated                
counting calories galore        
gaunt & gorged        
       
         
Escalating me to
hospital status:

         
Hypothesis #6-                
borderline;              
personalities                     
tricks intertwined    
ambivalence        
of the mind    
   
   
Cascading
accusations
further abound:

         
Hypothesis #7-                
schizophrenic;              
voices                
of conflict                
layered frowns          
masquerading    
crowns    
   
   
Conclusions now drawn              
on their quiet pawn.            
           
Close the curtains                
on their subject                
to prepare                
for the next round.
               
               
               
[....]                
               
               
Many labcoats casually          
inspected and processed me,          
so quick to write a script          
of SSRI’s and Benzos alike.          
         
Oh how I did wish;          
put-me-to-sleep RX!          
So that I may dream          
most vividly tonight.
         
         
Except still, I would lie awake          
nightmares screaming wild in my face...          
         
There was no missed reality;                
the only Truth is that I am Me
         
         
Poetic expression, my only reprieve.      
Written by nightbirdblue (enbyblue)
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