tiny little capsules containing happiness
containing sanity
containing serenity
containing health
containing fortune
just add water
down your throat
you can tell in your brain
these pills work,
making you sane
but do they really work
or is your hope a pseudo?
making you think you're okay
because if you think you're okay
you will be
why can't we all think we're okay?
why can't I just think it and be it?
do these pills really help or do they just trick me into feeling okay?
why swallow all these unknown toxins
just because my doctor says?
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