I used to have a penchant for the white coat and it's angelic aura....
Used to be fascinated by their lingo; "viscus and flora".....
Used to be captivated by scrubs and snares...
Used to be thrilled by emergency flares...

Was just a juvie curious....
Curious about ailments for they seemed mysterious....
The thought of being a doctor would have me delirious....
Wouldn't have aspired to be one if I knew they were imperious....

But I went ahead with it.
Look at me now,
Busking by the pool side...
Contemplating suicide....
Drowning myself won't be something new and foreign.
The system drowned me as a freshman in med school...
Branded me "young doc", they thought it was cool...
Had me skinning cadavers like it was something demotic...
Wish my soul was dimorphic...
I would have spared one when the other one died....
Yep, I strut the corridors with my steth on and a barrel chest infused with pride...
Flashing smiles at the underling servants like I'm full of life
But I have no soul inside...

It's crazy how my heart beats whereas frozen.....
It froze years back when I was told not to shed a tear after losing my first patient
they said, "this is the life you've chosen" ....
I grew apathic with time
Would watch families bewail and show no compassion
Got possessed by evil spirits
They had me wishing for patients to present with bizarre cases 'cause I found such intriguing

I used to be human,
now I'm just a zombie pumped up with caffeine...
Swaggering down the aisle of this "cemetery"
Expected to play God and give life to the sick and dying
I'm a chattel to the so called "system"
Wanna free myself from these chains
Seems like suicide will be my emancepator


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