Terminal You

I’m not a doctor, but in my professional
opinion. There isn’t a cure for every affliction.
I recommend you try confessional
and a capsule of truth each morning.
 
The pill would be difficult for you to swallow,
a lump stuck in your throat. Your acidic words
would melting the coating. You’d follow
the instructions but not the warnings.
 
Burning headed towards your intenstine,
dissolving in substance’s absence,
what the vibrant labels fail to mention is
the side effects are worse than the condition.