What Do You See Doctor, What Do You
See? by Deborah Hollins
Do you see the pain in my eyes or just the scars on my body?
Do you see what I need or are you just happy to dish out the
pills?
Do you see me as a real person
or as a pain in the arse who comes to see you twice a week?
I often wonder what you think about me as I sit on the chair
- legs shaking and my faraway stare, as I try and
Take in what you say to me.
"Things are difficult," I say.
"Things are getting better you say.
But then what do you know?
You're not the one lumping this empty carcass
Around from place to place.
An existence that is barely tolerable
As the strain shows on my face.
Am I really so evil?
Do I deserve to Die?
You always look on the bright side of things.
