Day 16: More than half way!

Tylenol

Voices like headaches scream
distracting
annoying
commenting
on everything I do.

Pills from the doctor quiet them
numbs me into lull.
Like a ghost I move about my day
 but I’ve never felt this dull.

Colours so vibrant merely shades
smiles creep into a frown;
 scaring from growing up.

I can’t dream without pills
the more I take, the longer I dream.
Voices say I shouldn’t, so I take more.
Besides, why else would they make
Tylenol taste like candy?