Pull My Hair, Slap MyselfWhat will you do,
if one day,
depression looms,
or so they say?
i am certified farkin worked up.
not to mention mentally drained.
All the jam-packed,
carefully thought,
lined up,
DEADLINES
that i have NO choice
but had to adhere.
Or so Dr Chelsea said,
"im worried for these people",
(looking at me)
"for your survey shows that you need a trip to my room".
(still looking at me)
i gave a weak smile,
somehow trying relentlessly to convince im still breathing.
Who would want to consult a psychologist?!
Still, i went to ma family doc,
to have myself checked.
Dr Alex asked,
"Hi Izan! Still in YJC?"
(looked at him blankly and merely replied)
"no."
"Okay! So whats the matter with you today?"
"i dont know."
(stares at me)
"okaaayyy...How are you feeling?"
"BAD headaches, BAD aches"
"Are you stressed?"
"Thats retoric"
"What about?"
"a lot"
(- -)"
He continued,
"u look unhappy"
"i am"
-silence-
"OKAY!!!Lets have you rested for two days!"
"thanks. Thats all doc?"
(smiles encouragingly)
And so!
i rest my case.
Lil Ms Muffet at 11:30 PM
