Paranoid

I am scared, even terrified,

I keep thinking,

Of what they will find inside;

And now I am sweating,

What if something is wrong,

Deep within me.

 

The waiting room is unbearable,

I keep asking,

When will my doctor be available;

The clock keeps ticking,

I am entrusting my life,

To someone who doesn’t value punctuality;

And now I am worried,

What if something is wrong,

Deep within me.

 

She tells me to get undressed,

And to lie still,

Her expression is distressed;

Is it a malignant tumor,

Or pervasive cancer;

Is it not treatable,

Or can I just eat some pills?

Oh, no I forgot,

I haven’t written any wills;

Finally, she says,

You are paranoid

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

emilyqiu

The poem captures the uncertainity of medicine and the mystery of the human body. 

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