Through these prozac colored eyes
I see many things
But I don't see anything that makes me not feel misery

Through the buspar eyes I don't see anything
The only thing it does is to help me not to feel until the razor stings

Then I put my lithium eyes on and I see everything
But it's blurry and I get very dizzy
I'm pissing all the time and I can't quite quench this thirst of mine

Benadryl is the only drug that I don't have eyes for
It's over the counter and it makes me sleep the pain away
At least until the morn

I just want my eyes
Eyes that are mine
One's that let me decide on my own whats wrong or right
Ones that let me feel the razor sting
Ones that let me feel what I'm supposed to be feeling.

Rachel Weaver

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/medicated/