Self-Medication, a poem by Jean M. Hodges


I’m really interested in how people self-medicate

How they suvive off of blow-pops and unhappy days

How they survive off pretty lies like the finest bread and wine

How they take in the drug of existense like an addict on a binge

People are interested in how I self-medicate

Feeding off their fears, their years, their silence

As if I can age myself up enough to make no mistakes

As if I can age myself up enough to make myself resilient

I worry about how we self-medicate

We’ve long forgotten the proper dosage

So we experiment with sorrow and resentment, feeling our way through it’s effects

Until we get to love, which is one drug we can all get hooked on



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