Medicated Madness

A poem

(Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash)

I live in a world painted

with colors that captivate life

bringing bright arrays of insight

And when they mix with manic moods

they provide the most beautiful view.

They tell me these meds

will fix my broken head

pills that make me resilient

but nothing seems as brilliant

it’s like they tone down

everything in me.

Is it so wrong to want to keep

the intense way I see things?

Why must my colors must be dulled now

to potentially prevent a future breakdown?

Without my light, who am I?