I don't like the syrup.
I don't like the people that make me take it.
They strap me to a chair,
As they force the toxic taste down my throat.
My stomach churns
As I spit out the medicine
"This will cure you!" they scowled
"You're useless!" they say
As I ignore them
And spit out the toxic medicine
that they force down my throat.
I can't take this anymore.
i'm not sick.
i'm okay.
i don't care if i'm lying to myself.
i don't want the medicine anymore.
please don't make me take anymore.
i don't like looking at my wrist
and seeing the
red marks because
of the hours i'm strapped
to the chair,
taking the bitter medicine.
i can't take it.
my immune system
is getting worse because of it
how's it helping me,
if the liquid can't get passed my throat?
how are you helping me,
if all you are is forcing me?
