Here I am inside this building; I’ve been here a million times before <br />When I walk in they know exactly who I am, upon closing of the door <br />I know the seats, I know the doors <br />I know the counters, I know more <br /> <br />I am here to be checked out <br />In my mind of that there is no doubt <br />Whenever something is wrong or troubles me so <br />I ask to come to this place, and so off we go <br /> <br />I know where they give you a proper mind set <br />They can fix you right up, like pushing the button “reset” <br />I’m upset because something is wrong with me <br />What exactly that is? I guess we are soon to see <br /> <br />Doctor you know me, you know my name <br />You know everything about me, has anything changed? <br />Since I am sitting here waiting, we’ll soon find out <br />Than I shall get some treatment, it’s what I’m here about <br /> <br />5-23-07<br /><br />Jesse Tampa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/r-h-c/
