they tell me it's only my brain betraying me.
they promise there are no monsters, only
chemical imbalances. and they give me
pretty words and colored candy and advice
and swear that if i follow their rules and rituals,
i'll be able to eat and laugh again,
and i'll sleep without the nightmares.
sure, i'll forget how to write poetry,
and i'll walk around like a zombie,
but so what?
they're only words anyway.