Hit The Floor

hit the floor 
narcoleptic
mask the pain, 
anesthetic
locked in syndrome 
catatonic
a repeat prescription
with three words on it
Mirtazapine
Quetiapine
Aripiprazole
I hate to say,
I know them well,
packed
and produced
designed to reduce
all the serpents 
slivering 
inside my head,
pacifying the beast
whilst keeping it fed,
somewhere 
in between,
screams
my faulty gene,
each neurotransmitter 
is starved 
of dopamine
So how do I feel? 
I just can’t tell
I use to be a person
that I knew well,
but since my ‘shrink’
upped my dose
I’ve misplaced the traits
I loved most