I can’t concentrate, can’t get things done,
The medicine I take, makes me quite numb.
With a hundred things to do, I can’t even do one,
This nervousness frightens away the fun.
It’s this wonder drug like cortisone,
That strengthens my muscle but chills my bone.
Family members mistake a cry for a groan
I’d rather stop taking it than turn to stone
Even when it’s time to go home,
All this confusion keeps me quite alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem