6/12/17
A small cup--
with tiny discs
and colorful oblong
obsessions,
I take them to
feel whole.
I take them with
hope to wash them down--
Are the medications
helping?
Am I myself with
them?
I lack the knowledge
of who I am--
what I am--
but I know how
I came to be;
like I am.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world