Paranoid
I am scared, even terrified,
I keep thinking,
Of what they will find inside;
And now I am sweating,
What if something is wrong,
Deep within me.
The waiting room is unbearable,
I keep asking,
When will my doctor be available;
The clock keeps ticking,
I am entrusting my life,
To someone who doesn’t value punctuality;
And now I am worried,
What if something is wrong,
Deep within me.
She tells me to get undressed,
And to lie still,
Her expression is distressed;
Is it a malignant tumor,
Or pervasive cancer;
Is it not treatable,
Or can I just eat some pills?
Oh, no I forgot,
I haven’t written any wills;
Finally, she says,
You are paranoid