I'm Sick, And On Meds Poem by Mike Mendoza

I just thought I should go
Without a letter of plea
Hear me though the silence
My thoughts are dreary
I feel weary
I apologize to the ones I loved dearly
It seems to me
I've become sleazy
To the point of no return
Problems inside out, problems still return
Just a thought accompanied on what I should learn
But I still don't get it
I come for candy but my teeth don't burn
A fantasy
Fantastic anatomy of the imaginary
Amazing what a mind can bring up
An action to sit up
An action to shut up
What makes me shut up?
This bitter medicine
A better method to calm adrenaline
I'm calm cool collected and castrated
I can't get women that aren't even top rated
I'm tired, alone
Sad, yet no tone
I'm paranoid every where
Even at home
I lie in bed
Listen to my favorite records
Pearl Jam, The Cranberries
Iggy Pop, The Byrds
Stare endlessly at the stars
Until my head hurts
I just got into poetry
Writing my own stuff
Some plagiarizing here and there
Until the writing gets me somewhere
I steal art and make it my own
A quote I stole from Pablo Picasso
I'll stop here as the unknown
This life's got me constricted and trapped
to the bone