by Jennifer West

Created on: October 11, 2009   Last Updated: October 12, 2009

THE CODE OF LIFE


It's a puzzle how you wake one day and think that life is great,
And then suddenly a world of shit just lands right on your plate.

My life was no great fairytale, my childhood pretty rough,
But I thought that I could handle it, I came out pretty tough.

I've been through rape and robbery, been beaten up a ton,
I've been through childbirth, p.n.d; the list goes on and on.

My dad gave up and killed himself; He'd had enough of trying,
If I told you it was easy, you would know that I was lying.

For all the troubles in my life, I thought that I was strong,
But the code of life's a tricky thing, now it seems that I was wrong.

I've had my ups and downs in life, the same as anyone, I know,
But now I'm all confused and I don't know which way to go.

My doctor says 'depression', Bipolar if exact,
He doles out pills and therapy; He works with all the facts.

He has no clue about how I feel, doesn't raise his head to look,
He listens, mumbles, writes a script and scribbles in his book.

It seems to me a waste of time, I wish I could feel high,
I don't want the dead-head pills he gives, I want to feel like I could fly.

If only I could crack the code, that messes up my head,
Then I could live a normal life and find happiness instead.

But then I sit and think about, the words that I've just said,
What is 'normal' anyway, I'd rather be mad than dead.

How interesting it would be, if the labels were not there,
Would anybody take those pills, would anybody care?

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