Warning!

The label says as I open the bottle,

Screw off the top,

And wade to the bathroom.

1, 2, 3 maybe four

I finally decide to read the warning label,

And realize it describes me.

This medicine may cause headaches, mood swings, and irrational responses.

I throw it.

I slam the medicine cabinet, afraid of what else it might say about me.

I’m angry,

But what do I have to be angry for?

I read the label,

I put this on myself.

Years and years of avoiding that cabinet has caught up to me, infiltrating my thoughts,

My mind.

I never thought that my worst fears,

The warning label on the bottle,

Would be me.