Meds Are Not For Me Poem by Rob Hyden

I attack my anxiety and panic with a brutal dedication.
My doctor even put me on some wicked medication.
Two days and never noticed any difference in my brain.
Three days I was running from a nightmare kind of pain.
With all the haunting voices consuming every thought.
As they whisper in my ear, you know I can’t be caught.
Thoughts are scattered and I couldn’t tell the real in my head.
I had to stop the medication quickly before I end up dead.
Medication helps a lot of people but it’s not the one for me.
When I stopped the medication it was like they set me free.