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


They don't understand why

their words make me tick

'cause from my perspective

I'm terminally



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