by Misty Sampson

Created on: November 02, 2010

Doctor

 I am everything you say I am—

The disease, the cure, the experimentation.

I trust in you more than I trust in myself,

And because of you I question my faith in the Almighty.

You prescribe a regiment of chemicals to correct my imbalances,

You anticipate my needs before I am cognizant of my deficiencies.

Every time we meet you ask a standard set of questions

And assume my body is roughly the same as the one you saw before.

Words fly from your mouth with precision and confidence:

How dare I even think to question?

Yet I return to my life and feel no better,

I wince because no one really listened.

I join the masses—

Overmedicated, depressed, and physically weak.

One day you will predict my demise,

Limiting me to mere days and months.

With this, I know that you take more than my money—

My money, which feeds your healthy family

And the luxury to which you subscribe.

In the end you take from me

My will to live.

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