The Medicated Millions

It's becoming very obvious 
That there is something wrong with me
Something that makes me different
And it's not my creativity
Something in my brain is broken
And I learned to live that way
Because I never saw a doctor
Out of fear of what they'd say
But my son on the other hand
He's been through it, a.d.h.d.
And it seems to me the apple
Never rolled far from the tree
I can clearly see that his problems
Well they are also mine
And the struggles he faces 
Make me realize I'm not fine
But I don't want to be one of them
The medicated millions
Plus I don't want to give money to the industry
That makes money off of sick children
Another soul depended on pills
I have enough addictions in my life
Just another of the many questions
I can't seem to answer right
Should I continue on my path
Or consult a doctor over my mental health
Should I keep doing things the hard way
Or let somebody help
I don't know what to do
And there in my problem lies
I just want to see through this fog
With clear and open eyes

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