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Thanks Doctor

I remember the day so clearly
A teenage boy before your eyes
You handed out a life sentence
Force feeding me your lies

Chemical imbalance
These pills will make things right
Trusted trained professional
Adding pressure to my plight

It's funny though as I recall
I came to you with stress
You handed me the big bad D
And left me in a mess

Never ending medicated me
Poisoning body and soul
You said I'd always suffer
Eight years my life you stole

How many times did I say no?
Each time with greater force
Your response ever predictable
Prescribe more drugs of course

Then came the psychologist
Who didn't know my name
Hand in hand with Dr Death
Lies given where the same

Your story never seemed to fit
But I had no strength to fight
Why challenge qualified opinion
How could you not be right?

Through age and experience
Solutions came to me
Then began the vital quest
To regain my sanity

Depression is still rising
More cases every day
New unsuspecting victims
Believing what the doctors say

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