5-8 This Isn't Happening

"I met with my doctor today."
We sat down at the kitchen table,
while the breeze from outside,
attempted to cool off the hot air,
exploding in a whiny whimpered fury from our
conversation,
as I watched the horror movie unfold,
I heard her words,
held her hand with papers,
while she said,
it's not permanent,
it's only temporary,
it isn't possible,
I heard the waterfall,
but felt the cyclone,
of her words,
I don't want to be you.
I don't want to be you.