I don't want to shake your hand
I think
As the doctor extends hers
And waits for a reaction to come from my lifeless eyes
I slowly
Hesitantly
With every piece of my soul telling me no
Reach my hand out
In my head I scream
No!
But I can not put that into words
Just unwanted gestures that are societies rules
And as the light touch
Not firm touch
Embraces my skin
I shatter into one million pieces
But the doctor doesn't notice
And proceeds to lead me to the room
To question me
My other least favourite thing to do
I hate the doctors sometimes
Don't ask so many questions
There must have been over fifty
And no
I don't want to shake your hand
