A poem

Photo by Vedrana Filipović on Unsplash

Wondering where I begin or end
vapors inhaled change my voice-
that was part of my identity

Side effects of chemicals need more
to ease the woes they cause, 
am I
short-tempered or is it the drug in me

Pain-killers mask a lot of aches
exposing the mind to 
the spells
contained in these chemicals

Short-term memory shot to bits
by failing to exhale all the toxins
like normal lungs used to do

I feel am a ghost of me, chemicals
and symptoms hide my person

I weep for I am misunderstood

So, what is me, what is a drug
chemicals are changing my identity