Poems based on The Fault In Our stars, By John Gree

Side Effect

Side effect.

 

 

Late in the winter of my seventeenth year,

                          It had been decided I was depressed.  

Depression; a side effect of cancer

                     No…

A side effect of dying.

I was in fact THE side effect.

Sleepless nights,

Constantly worrying,

 Not eating,

But these weren’t my side effects,

They were hers,

My mothers.

                        Side effects of Cancer: relentless mutilation

We are mere frogs on dissection tables,

                       Being poked and prodded at,  

In the hope that we might survive a few more years.