The hidden battle wages long and strong
Cheerily it releases its song.
Yes, the secret war we know too well
Acts like a storm that begins to swell.
Metamorphosising as it grows wings
Chemical cocktails that tings and zings
Medications that burns within
Destroying minds, teeth and skin.
It knocks on all kinds of doors
From boardrooms right to classroom floors.
A bad addiction that runs free in the broken mind
ruthlessly occupying the body and is unkind.
Spaced out,lost and depressed
Searching for a way to get some rest
Snowballing till there is nothing left
Where self respect is bereft.
MARYANN BOSAH 