I've been trying to get my emotions out more in my writting. Tomorrow I see the GI at the Mayo Clinic, and I'm afraid. I'm so scared it's hard to put into average words
So today I thought I'd share my emotions in poetry form. The title of this poem is.
Rubix Cube
I'm afraid of most Middle Aged men in white coats.
The ones that greet you will a reassuring handshake.
Which is never reassuring.
A smile is drawn across there lips.
But it never shows in there eyes.
Don't get me wrong, Some white coats are kind, some do care,
Those are the ones who change your life for the better.
But the white coats who haunt my dreams , see you as a walking rubix cube. A puzzle there paid to solve.
They move the peices back and forth, and try to get the perfect picture
But they give up, when they can't get the colors to match.
Because they have other puzzles that are easier to solve.
And they paint the squares that don't match into the color they want them to be.
Then the white coats tell you, that what you feel, isn't really what you feel. Because it ruins the picture they made.
You tell them there wrong, and by there eyes you can tell they know they are.
But big egos have always prevented men from admitting they Cheated.
So they give you there hand to shake
As a contractual agreement that states your puzzle is no longer there problem.
And you leave there office, a little more broken then you arrived
By: Smile Magee
So today I thought I'd share my emotions in poetry form. The title of this poem is.
Rubix Cube
I'm afraid of most Middle Aged men in white coats.
The ones that greet you will a reassuring handshake.
Which is never reassuring.
A smile is drawn across there lips.
But it never shows in there eyes.
Don't get me wrong, Some white coats are kind, some do care,
Those are the ones who change your life for the better.
But the white coats who haunt my dreams , see you as a walking rubix cube. A puzzle there paid to solve.
They move the peices back and forth, and try to get the perfect picture
But they give up, when they can't get the colors to match.
Because they have other puzzles that are easier to solve.
And they paint the squares that don't match into the color they want them to be.
Then the white coats tell you, that what you feel, isn't really what you feel. Because it ruins the picture they made.
You tell them there wrong, and by there eyes you can tell they know they are.
But big egos have always prevented men from admitting they Cheated.
So they give you there hand to shake
As a contractual agreement that states your puzzle is no longer there problem.
And you leave there office, a little more broken then you arrived
By: Smile Magee
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