"So, tell me what's bothering you?", the doctor comes in and starts to examine my file.
"Nothing", I replied.
"You sure nothings bothering you? Headache, stomach bug, feeling down?"
"Nope", I said it with a frown.
"I could see somethings wrong, will you please tell me so I can help you?"
I moved my eyes down to the floor, unable to keep eye contact with the doctor.
I sat there in silence, unable to put into words.
What to say
How do I feel
What's wrong with my life?
What's wrong with me?
"You know", as she broke the silence, "It's okay to let it go."
I couldn't help it but just wishing I could be crying.
I cried on the inside but I think the doctor wants it the other way around.
I don't think anyone can save me
I don't think my friends could even if they wanted to try.
My family can't
The doctor wouldn't understand
I don't think I could handle all this
I don't even know if I need some rescuing
I keep finding excuses and excuses
To distance myself
I told the doctor nothing was wrong with me so I ask if I can leave.
She dismissed me but stop me when she said, "It'll be okay. You can always talk me any time of day. I'm here to help you in any possible way."
And I looked at her, walked away and proceed to exist.
I stopped outside, looking up, telling myself, I need some guidance. Please show me how, take me there, but please help me.
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Poetry of 2015-2017
PoetryWhen I feel inspired, I like to write about •••• All of these poems are mine & original Enjoy ☺️
