‘Pill Bottle’ | mcshanewrites | Poetry

And I put the bottle back in its box 
As to not disturb the peace 
Of those around me
Of those in the bottle 
Of those within myself
By the unsightliness 
Of my willingness, 
Or lack thereof, 
To reverse the hell I put myself through
But each time I put the bottle back in it’s box
I lie to those around me 
I lie to the bottle 
I lie to myself 
Because that bottle gets lighter 
With each lie I swallow