Doctor's Decree Poem by Julia Boon

Mr doctor, you stared down at me,
You made your damming decree.
Broken at the core,
Washed ashore;
Within a sea of your own mind,
It traps you and binds,
Keeps you inside.
Wide eyed,
Doll eyed.
Cracked little thing,
You look up at me, your hands you wring.
Detached and distant,
So damn persistent
Oh why so resistant?

I looked up a you,
I thought that I knew,
What I was supposed to be,
I was just me.
Now I'm a label
Unstable, unable.
That's what he said,
At least that's what he read.