Cold, cold air
Stuffy room
Medicine smell
“Don’t pull at your hair”
_Don’t tell me what to do_
__
Tapping feet to the soft music
It’s meant to sound good
It’s a headache
This chair gets uncomfortable
When you’ve been sitting in it for
An hour
_She’s probably not coming_
Like last time
And the time before.
Then the lady leaves
She claims she will be back
I’ve learned that’s a lie
I’m alone with...