Taking control

Creepy crawling in
memories regained
the past being a ghost
and its haunting its way in

unheard and unseen
painful to receive
horrid pictures come
to the mind like a beam

the bad replace the good
migraines now persist
starring at a bottle
wondering if you should

you try to hold back
maintain control
the pains just overbearing
the tiniest pressure makes you crack

your mind now plays a game
a game of peek-a-boo
laughing as it taunts
leaving you in shame

by now the pills seem good
but time is almost done
this addiction you cant pass
like anyone thought you could

your hands now trembling
as you reach for just one
your the little puppet
unable to cut the string

finally you let go
snapping from the strings
you became the leader
no longer in its puppet show