Little unknown pill, sat on the side, 

will you ease the turmoil in my mind? 

I’ve been sat staring at you in your packet for a while, 

i’m scared of taking you, for me, you are not a trial. 

Will I feel better, will I feel worse, 

anything has to be better than this curse.  

  

The curse of anxiety and depression is hell, 

when all you want to do is feel well.  

Now I’m sat faced with a chemical haze, 

with a new pill, I’m not normally this fazed.  

But you are different, you are not known, 

could you be the writing on my gravestone? 

  

This is the risk, little pill, of putting you inside, 

my fear, trembling hands, pounding heart, I can hardly hide.  

Why can’t you just jump straight into my blood stream? 

The process of physically swallowing you would then just be a dream.  

But here I am, sat with you in my hand, 

trying to be brave, just as is expected and planned.  

  

I have you between my fingers now, and I count one, two, three, 

glass of water in my other hand balanced on my knee.  

Little unknown pill you’re in my mouth, 

you taste bitter but I feel you traveling through me south. 

That is it…no turning back now 

I’ve done it, but I don’t know how.  

  

The uncertainty of you simply remains,  

the thought of you trickling through my veins.  

I sit back, try to breathe and close my eyes, 

time to go to work now and put on my disguise. 

Acting as nothing has happened, my normal life I try to fulfill 

Please be kind to me little unknown Pill.   

 

12/01/18 Natalie Sparnon