Symptoms

The one disease we can't cure.

Elegantly put . . . I dislike you.

But, commonly put . . . f**k you!

No better statement describes the fire in my stomach

I even told  a friend the other day of this frequent sensation.

She said, “Well ain’t that funny? I get that too!”

And so did another few that we knew.

So I went to the doctor and told him my symptoms.

Named a few, just to clear him up:

When you give criticisms, they give me a headache full of doubts

Yelling that makes my own stomach turn against me.

You give me lectures that make me light headed with familiarity.

Your conversations make my throat hoarse from so little use.

A lack of support makes my eyes water in flashes, at the most inappropriate times.

And that your, “Good Mornings.” are only hallucinations of my hopeful mind.

Then all the symptoms combined cause this painful burning in my solar plexus   

The Doctor said, “Well Miss! It’s a very common attitude of different sexes.”

Though he mentioned that men did not only poses this.

He asked when these sensations came about and

Again I pointed out

Most times it happened when with you

But it had happened around a few other ladies and gents too

The doctor then concluded that around you

And again those exceptional few

I could be this sick

And now that I think back

It has always been because you’re a dick

Author's Note

Just be honest. I can't get better if I don't know what I do wrong.