Bianca McCowat Poetry

If my pain were fake
If at the end of this I’d wake
If I were to die
Promise you won’t cry?

I’m honestly confused
I’m told there’s nothing wrong
Perhaps I’m being stupid
Ill be awake before too long

‘Yeah,’ the say sarcastically
‘Of course you’re very sick,’
Behind my back they whisper
‘Christ, she’s definitely thick

I’m really over judgement
Rules and regulations
Coz really at the end of it
All we get is ‘congratulations!”

Poet: Bianca McCowat