Dr my eyes

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Which is it

Being ill

Or being sick

The Dr, the therapist,

The specialist

All seem to know

But are they sure

Into the office you walk

sterile painting

everyone knows

Your name

They don’t really know you

Yet we trust they know

But are you sure

You wait to see the specialist

Sometimes for what seems

And eternity,then the trust

Is out of your control

Your looking for answers

But what you got

We’re pills of uncertainty

Slowly you turn to leave

Holding back the fear

Crying inside

Tasting your breakfast

Your stomach is in knots

Where the God dam bathroom

Which is it being ill or being sick

And who’s suppose to be the professional

And who’s suppose to be the patient

A child proof bottle

A cold head

W/0 a cap

 

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