A Coping Poem: The Self Aware Patient

Surely doc, nothing’s wrong with me

but everyone’s against me, even those I call family.

They’re turning their backs,

making absurd cracks.

These days, I live in infamy.

I manage this life with limerick

Yeah, guess that will do the trick.

Sobbing is overwrought.

Anger shall never be sought.

Cross fingers , I don’t get the needle prick.

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