Robot and puppet. These are the two words that define me these days. My body has finally gotten use to my 200 mg of happy pills. I’m not me anymore. I may say I’m fine and feel better to the faces of the planet. But it’s the tiny little pill the makes my mouth go numb. And clenches around my body like a snake . Suffocates me until I’m no longer there. Engulps me. And I become the snake. Conniving. Sneaky. Dangerous.