They expected some sort of excitement

When they told me everything looked fine

The monitor beeps with my vitals

In a consistent up-and-down line

But I silently wish they had found something there

Not to sound like a hypochondriac

But the pain in my chest had been so severe

I was sure I was having a heart attack

But the tests all came back clear of problems

The blood they’d drawn had been for naught

No ulcers or cysts on my organs

They look perfect, not even a spot

My heart rate is perfectly normal

Despite how I’m feeling it race

The doctor discharges me and I just hide

So they can’t see the tears on my face

I guess I’m glad that I’m not dying

But that diagnosis brings no relief

For I know if my _body _is healthy

The problem must simply be _me_

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