Sick Poem by James Reed

Up in the morning and take your pill
Time to be happy against your will
You'll feel better in a while
And don't forget to smile

You don't have to be depressed
Take this capsule of happiness
Dam your emotions up inside
Don't let them ever see the light

Nothing wrong with feeling numb
Dead inside and half dumb
What else can you do anyway?
Feel the despair, the frustration, the rage?

In this life you take your pick
Can I be well or should I be sick?
Neither really have much appeal
And I don't know how I should feel

Can I take it anymore?
Shuffling around like a lifeless corpse
Or should I go back to suicide?
Living each day wishing I'd die

Which one's better?
Take your pick
I'm tired of being sick
Tell me it's some kind of trick