Feeling so woozy,
And my head is so dizzy;
My kin is a million strong,
But they think something about us is very wrong.
I sit here, staring into space,
At this sterile, white-washed place;
I gape at my friend with a drugged gaze,
We both exist in this foggy haze.
The doctors tell my confidant that I am not real,
The truth be known, they are killing me with those pills;
The anti-psychotic medication is a devious blend,
But I'm not sure who it is extinguishing...me or my friend.
