Bad Medicine

Am I feeling better now? Or am I just numb somehow?
There’s no pain that I’ll allow to beat me
Does it hurt less than before? Or have I learned to ignore
How a wound could damage or defeat me?

Hope is the opposite of healing, the scar below the skin
The storm disguised as clear blue skies, like bad medicine
The blind faith that I’m feeling betrays me from within
It clouds my eyes with gorgeous lies, like bad medicine

Every lie’s is a bitter pill, but I never get my fill
Like a nightmare, truth is still appearing
If I ever up my dose, could I become comatose?
Would the fog come even close to clearing?

I’ll look past the side effects, what’s true is false in retrospect
It’s gotten so I can’t detect the difference
Is it wrong that I mistake what is real for what is fake
If it lets me bid the ache good riddance?