Head fuzzy, eyes weak

everything’s too sharp and loud

my hands are steady but inside i’m shaking

and i feel too big to fit in this puny broken mortal body

'i'm not immortal' , i think, seeing my actions not from my eyes

"this has got to stop" my mouth can’t quite form the words

i mumble an excuse and slip away to the bathroom

and there i find my escape - little pills in bottles

that no one notices disappearing faster

6 or 7 and a swig of water do the trick

i leave, still too big, and wait

my mind is no longer fuzzy

i can speak and think again

my hands shake and shake

but inside i am still