I am in no way, shape or form a poet – but this escaped out of me one day when I was pretty fed up and in quite a lot of pain and as a result on some strong medication… Not that I’m saying strong medication is needed for creativity… It just gives me a motor mouth.
Endo, endo, go away.
Don’t come back another day.
I’m sick and tired of being in pain
Yet you won’t stop flaring up again.
I’m fed up of being bloated no matter how little I consume
Enraged at always being ill and tired and running on fumes.
My body doesn’t like being pumped up full of drugs
It would rather be de-toxed and full of lovely stuff
I want to stay up at night and watch TV
Not curled up, drugged up and fast asleep.
It’s sad that a hot water bottle has become my best friend
As its heat soothes and warms my stomach no end
I’d like to be able to go out to a party
And wear nice clothes and pretend to be flirty
And not have to hide my bloated belly
And make excuses like I’ve not turned off the telly
Endo, endo – go away.
And please, don’t come back, another day.
Diary Of A Faker 