Debbie Cook Poet Verse

Confessions of a Hypochondriac

Please help me doctor
I feel I can't breathe
my throats closing up
and it's making me wheeze
i'm sure it is asthma
or cancer or worse
please give me something
else I'll leave in a hearse

You poor little thing
it is all in your head
i've told you before
take these tablets instead
it will rob you of all
that makes you yourself
but will stop all your worries
of physical health

But doctor believe me
something is wrong
you've ignored all my symptoms
for far too long
one day i'll be gone
and you'll be to blame
for making me think
i'm completely insane

Me again doctor
this time it's my breast
there's a lump in there now
my cancer has spread
I know it is something
don't give me no pills
cancer is scary
i've seen it,it kills

I've sent you for tests
and they've all came back clear
A chemical inbalance
is the cause of your fear
please try these pills
you will feel just fine
stop wasting the doctors
invaluable time

I've taken your tablets for nearly a year
they did as you said and they stopped all my fear
it suppressed my emotions
my creative flow
but thankfully did
kill my feelings of woe
I realise now that they came at a price
i'd like to return them and start living my life

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Paul Callus April 1, 2016 at 4:23 PM Hi Debbie...I stumbled across this entertaining poem again after several months and realized that you had replied to my comment...but it never reached me:) ~ Regards // paul

Debbie Cook May 12, 2015 at 2:34 PM Thankyou very much Paul,glad you enjoyed it :)

Paul Callus May 12, 2015 at 1:28 PM A very creative poem, Debbie. I know of people who act this way, and reassuring them is not enough to make them feel better. I love your final lines! // paul