clueless doctors

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Without a doubt
The clueless doctors who don't know any better,
They just make assumptions and write a letter.
They do not know what is really going on,
So they tell you whatever you want to hear,
which is truly, purely a con.
So what if you don't get it, or understand,
so what if you're in pain, they won't hold your hand.
They say your pain is only mild,
Yet if I had my strength I'd fight back and go wild.
The sharp, intensive, poking pain,
Was driving all my insides incredibly insane.
I didn't know who to turn to, or what to feel,
They couldn't tell me a straightforward answer so I could heal,
They couldn't tell me the real deal,
I felt sickened to my stomach as I held onto the wheel.
Take this and you'll be fine after a month or two,
If that doesn't work last solution is surgery for you.
Not again I said could this be possibly true,
What am I going to do?
She sent me on my way, without a single care,
As I went to ask her a question, I discovered she wasn't there.
She left in a rush, not wishing me luck or well,
I got back into the car, and wished her to hell.
We rode back home in silence taking in all that she said,
Her roughness, toughness, cold and rudeness, as my kids went off to bed.
As I sit here pondering on what else to do,
I can't help thinking of these clueless doctors that make me feel so blue.
Why can't one doctor just sit down and see,
We are people too, and have feelings to be.
Yet we're just treated like nothing and we're worth like crap,
And here I am rhyming this pathetic little rap.
good night