Really trying here
Think I may burst
I’ve never been patient
But this is too much
The waiting
Hurts to breathe

I can wait the half hour for the cake to bake
I can wait for the show to be continued
I can wait for him to take his coat off before I grab and hug and greet him

The minutes in the waiting room are intolerable
The magazines suck
The rug is ugly
The people are all trying too hard to be silent and avoid eye contact
And some are waiting to hear if they’re dying

I don’t know how I can sit here waiting to be poked and prodded
When I’m screaming so loudly
My head is pounding
They may have to pick me up off the floor

Really trying to be mindful and joyful
But this blows
The waiting
The ugliness
The choking back fear and trying to look normal
Ah, now it’s my turn.