Doctor Who Poems

Identity Crisis

Hello, I'm the Doctor

"Wait, what? Doctor who?"

Yes,

that's who

Though the answer

To whom I actually am,

I haven't a clue.

They call me the Doctor

For I rush to the ill,

Weak, and in danger of abuse

With a companion by my side

(though technically only one was a nurse)

And a stethoscope that I barely use

My whole life,

I've been running

And running

From my home, little arguments, and my past

But now I'm told that I've been lied to

In fact,

My whole life has been a lie.

I'm not who I thought I was.

Just an outcast.

I don't know who I am

All I remember

Is where I've been

And what I've done

But one thing I know for sure is,

That until the end of time itself,

I'm the Doctor.

Basically,

                          run.