Meds

Every breath i take
I feel like a plank of wood.
My limbs just flimsy sticks attached
To my flattened body.
As i stretch my arms, so do my legs
I try willing my arms to reach my thighs
But to no avail.
Im loopy and high,
My head grows as a balloon swells
Im a large child,
A head too big for my body to handle.
I never once thought id know this,
But now i wont soon forget it.
I hate meds.
I hate ill.