To My Doctor Poem by chris schwartz

Thank you, Doctor.
You have informed me
Of all the horror,
That I am so silently aware of.
You have criticized me
For numbing the pain,
That,
Those like you
Have been unable to understand..
Unable to cure.
I don't blame you.
Those who have escaped the wrath
Of others,
Surely cannot comprehend
The existence of it.
So..I have found no cure.

I am but a pawn,
On the chessboard of life,
I will be removed from the board
Without meaning.
I am fine with that.
But, while I still
Maneuver on the black and white tile
That some of you call
Your Throne,
Let me juggle it in peace.
In the only way that I know.
Then study me later,
Only for you to find,
What I already know.