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Obsessing Over Side-effects

Sitting, staring,

through double glazing,

Outside looking in.

Contemplating, if it’s true,

the obsessive things I’m told I do.

I understand the cause of it,

it is my medication.

Side effects need understanding,

Maybe doing more harm than good.

The things I used to do for fun,

are now obsessions that must be done.

I spare no expense and do not worry,

It’s all about me neglecting life reality.

And hurting loved ones close to me.

This is not how I used to be,

This is not how I want to be.

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