Freak

Will these scars ever heal? I have been burnt many times before and these doctors aren’t sure I’ll pull through. They crowd my field of vision with eyes that pierce, like hawks circling road kill they move in closer I try sink deeper But I cannot, this gurney is solid steel and hard to sleep on Their probing starts in earnest, Mumbled discussions behind protective masks. I am deaf, I cannot hear them. They wouldn’t care anyway To them I am just an “interesting specimen” a rat to be dissected, but I am, and they are dissecting me with their words and stares. To see how this lifeless machine keeps ticking. But no matter how deep they cut They find no answers, So in desperation they classify me as an unknown. A freak. The last of my will dies screaming And I am alone in the darkness.