Neck to toes sliced and diced..
Inside out turned about..
Should you look.. a terrible fright.. no doubt
The Doctor tells you.. after each one your good as new
Seventeen surgeries each one you have lost part of you
Now you know the true tale of woe..
Before and after.. a song you can sing to the rafter
When you ask what will I be able to do..
Know to expect you will not be graced with a straight answer
Now you know.. before they sliced, spliced, and diced..
That part would not function.. now it will work..
Only you look like a jerk tryin' to make it work
Should it not rain or grow cold.. or the use be to bold
You can call this a good day.. and pass as almost normal.. ha, good as gold
Keep pushing.. especially when the weather will change
See what happens.. how life finds you.. marked.. deranged
The next day and possibly after will find you in bed.. half dead
You tell the "Good Doctor".. upon evaluation..
Am not able to function.. at this junction
The look you get you know so well.. as familiar as the ring of a bell
You explain as you have so many times before..
It often makes you wonder.. is there a language barrier..
Simple words you chose.. somehow he is lost.. again at your cost
My choices are: I can't function from the pain.. or take the pills.. still nothing I gain
The look he gives as always makes you feel.. your crazy a sad wilting daisy
You explain.. I don't let others see inside I cry.. what's wrong with me
A shoe box full of pills I threw away.. said this is not for me
Time and again I learned to walk.. again and again
Now when it rains I look like a weather vane
Sometimes while I sit I find that I drool like a fool
Now the prescription is.. medicate her.. sedate her.. needs psychiatric care
To much anger from this now underweight lost soul..
No, I think not.. I worked hard for this anger.. let it spill out
There is a way to be heard.. look out world.. am here and gonna shout |