'You look so benign scattered in that box".
"Actually, I box you in, daily reminding you how scattered you are"
"I didn't come here to fight, I'm just saying pills just don't seem to have any clout in
their little box"
"Oh, but when you need me: morning, noon, and night, it's a different story. Face it,
"Potent yes, but you overestimate yourself. You don't determine who I am. You hardly enable me to function some times"
"Don't just look honey. Feel me swimming in your neurons. Without me you'd be nothing...literally".
"True....I'd be dead. But give me some credit. I despise your control over me and my lack of it over you. And don't you dare forget the catharsis of my insight, writing, and the comfort of my cats."
"Good point. We're both powerful entities so give us equal credit for your well being".
"A tough thing to admit, as my reliance on you is repellant. However, I'll digest my pride
and call it a truce".
"Now open wide and swallow...."