A personal poem

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While all my friends get help with things they need
I'm sitting at home, waiting to be seen.
All my doctor does is put me on pill after pill
Hoping that it makes me feel less ill
But are pills what I need or do I need something more?
Like help from a real person, to rant or talk to.

I've waited a year just for some help
Whelp, still never got it
My friends make it look so easy
Why is it me that has to wait for things?

Just give me what I need
I beg of you, please.
I want someone to talk to
Cause I'm feeling really blue
I want someone to listen to what I have to say
I no longer wanna play this stupid waiting game.

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