I had this annoying habit
I hate pills and getting sick is easy for me
so, I would collect them when no one was looking
make a runny paste
and then give it to the trees
I was a druid in my head
healing trees and plants
I probably killed all the house plants
I tell myself we are all gonna die either way
my mom hates it
she can see the pasty residue on the soil
she forces the pills down my throat
I’ll end up in the hospital either way
it’s no use
she tells me
not before she ends up there
what’s the point???
where is the sense?
we’d be taking pills
for the things sick in this world
to be okay with it all
I’m not okay with this at all.