Personal Rx Plan for Newfound Happiness
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Coming out of a long overdue fugue state of existence
A walking pharmaceutical zombie that only doctors love
To shove large quantities of prescription pills at
In an effort to placate the vicious emotional waves within
Originally slated for a short term stint as a medical vegetable
Unable to think or behave with a consistent personality
Everyday a different psychopath reared its ugly head out of bed
Ready to slay the day and anyone that looked at them wrong
After close to 90 days, ready to face the corporate labyrinth once again
With a relatively clear head full of hopes and rather vivid daydreams
Hard to fathom the intensity of these stirring fantasies after burying them
For a lot longer than originally intended in the first place
No longer an automaton pretending to be a flesh and blood individual
Becoming a lot more sentimental than once was
Not romantic comedy cliché level but close to scraping the surface
Of such material that would fit in one of those Hollywood trifles
Ready to trip the MGM light fantastic, but unable to burst into proper song
The universe prevented the gift of carrying a decent tune
A misfortune that would make Rodgers and Hammerstein relieved
That their material won't be ruined by someone more tone deaf
Than another bad America Idol audition played for amusement
Instead have devolved into a perpetual hugger
Eager to squeeze those they care about the most within reason
Don't want to appear to be to be a Stage Five clinger
That requires another doctor's appointment and a stronger pill
To shut down that sentiment for good
Tired of being a walking drug company advertisement
Looking to be an active, reasonably sane member of society
Or at least pretending to act the part for now to see how it goes.