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Jun 2013
I fall apart
and they put me in a hospital
piece me togetherand
take my temp
they draw blood  
inquire about my bowel movements
draw more blood
do more tests
Some hot shot doctor comes
speaks in tongues
Something about metabolic acidosis
My kidneys are not functioning well
My liver is not in the best shape
An idiot could have told me that
The problem is not in my abdomen
The problem is in my head
In my brain
In my mind
do more tests I cannot pay for
tell me something else I already know
transfer me to the psych ward
give me my own room  
feed me more than I can eat
fatten me up
speak to me in low soft tones
I will startle
ask me questions for which
I have no answers
adjust my meds
try something new  
get the same result
refuse to give me the one drug
that I know works wonders
The one that calms me down
The one that shuts off all the noise
I don't want it anyway
Drugs cannot fix me
Doctors cannot fix me
Thanks for trying
I can fix me
If I want to
Matthew P Beron
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Matthew P Beron  LaCrosse, WI
(LaCrosse, WI)   
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