At Least

A poem about my sickness

There’s something happening in me
There’s something not right
Are there words to explain it
Is there something to fight

You don’t know, what does that mean
Your not sure what’s going on
Everytime I go to you, I hear the same
Everything’s normal, well apparently something’s wrong

I am forced to wait for the right answer
Maybe it’s this, then maybe no
You’ve done so many tests, you’ve done so much
What is wrong, I just want to know

I look in the mirror but I don’t see me
I see this sickness, what it’s done to me
I see the toll, I see the pain
I see what I don’t want to see

I’ve tried so much, all I can think of
But nothing is working, nothing is right
I have ideas and so do you
Of this that keeps me up at night

I want an answer to my question
Please just let me hear a yes
A definite this is what it is
Not just an educated guess

If I have to live my life like this
If this is how it’s all going to go
Then I just want one thing
I just at least want to know