lil poem about the horrible horrible feeling of being in the waiting room

The waiting room

Camera pointed downright, assessing all our sins

Screams sway in the background ´´please just no more pills´´

The child is sitting patiently, as the mother softly cries

The girl makes her way out of the bathroom hiding her glossy eyes

The woman next to me wears a long sleeve,painfully aware of the thirty degrees

And as for me, I sit, I sit and watch the time freeze