Medicated bravery is falling

Like chips of paint on a condemned dwelling

Familiar fears pummel a weathered brain

Nonetheless, the enormity of feeling is welcomed

Happily besieged in glorious trouble

Outcome? The Wind only knows

Outside forces convince the crazed

Take the meds, take the meds

Quiet sadness greets do-gooders with crooked smiles

Internal screams and violence still there

Housed within the perfect manic