"Doctor, there's something wrong with my kid!"
The exam felt like a scam. My vision and sight was tested, now pills being ingested, suggested by my doctor. The new feelings from this medicine was a shocker, this medicine gives me adrenaline. I don't need it, I feel like I'm falling down a pit. The decision for my prescription was in the blink of an eye. All the doctor was doing was spitting lies. But, what do I know? I'm not the one with a degree, so I can't guarantee.
Misdiagnosis, is the only thing that should be diagnosed.
Doctors make prescriptions very fast only to make more money. Their carelessness can ruin someone's life. They may even prescribe more than one wrong prescription, which will only worsen that person's ruined life.
This poem is NOT suggesting what to do with your medicine. This poem is suggesting to the people who were misdiagnosed.
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts, I Guess.
RandomJust as the title says, this is just my thoughts spilled out into writing and analogies. Feel free to ask questions lol.
