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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