So many pills. POEM

I am Emily. I hear voices others cant.

Rubbing my sweaty hands on my pant.

Eyes darting back and forth seeing spirits morph.

I see people, alive and dead. You need meds, the doctor said.

I take pills, Oh so many

My brain is often foggy

Counting Cheerios soon my cereal is soggy.

1,2,3,4,5 I cant beleive I am alive.

Been through so much, being in psych wards and such.

But I keep trucking on, will never give up.

I love life, one day I will be a wife.

And forever not use a knife.