The doctors continuously rave

about the improvement

I have supposedley made

but somewhere deep down inside

I am aware that

in the end I cant be saved.

To them

I have only been

on the edge of this disease.

I let

their treatment begin

and let them do as the please,

They think I am only

just a tad bit sick

and that wrong assumption

gives me unpleasant

chills.

They don't understand why

their words make me tick

'cause from my perspective

I'm terminally

ill.