Chemicals change my chemistry.
Manipulate the structure of my mind.
Before them, there was paranoia and unconfessed anecdotes of terror.
Sleepless nights, dreamless, restless, peaceless stares at my bedroom ceiling.
Every intersection a possible tragedy, every hope was somber and dark.
Yes, chemicals change my chemistry, they make me human again.
Like I shorted out some time ago and never fully realized.
As if I am more a robot than anything with blood and lungs.
Today, right now, I know myself again.
I will never be untired, untied, untried by the ambition of my malfunctions.
I am a slave to their timetable.
But every day I feel a little more free.