What is wrong with me?

What is wrong with me?

Doctors aren't like they used to be.

I get these patches,

In every joint, it catches.

they say losing weight is the key.

I feel so tired,

My nerves on fire.

They say it must be psychiatry.

I asked the staff,

They blame my past.

There isn't a way to make them see.

My body's gone awry!

The answer well's run dry.

But they'll still collect the fee!

It makes me angry.

Gaslit by the bourgeoisie.

And then they'll ask, what is wrong with me?

LilliFreyden
17th of March, 2024