Munchausen By Proxy

- I would like to clear this up before people start making comments. No, I don't have MBPS. I don't know anyone that has it, so because of this, the poem may be slightly wrong. I had to read wiki and google pages before writing this. I am NOT writing this to poke fun at the victims of MBPS. I'm aware that it can happen in both male/female but I choose this case cause it, to me, seems the most easiest to write in poetry. Right, now that's cleared up...-

I don't want the hospital again
The walls in here make me go insane
The same routine, mum says I'm dying
But inside I'm fine, you must be lying
Forced on the table, touch and check
My body's fine, it's she whose a wreck
She pleads, she pleads, "been so ill"
It's cause you feed me all those pills
No choice but to send me away
"If she's worse, bring in without delay"

Back home again, mum is stressing
She says the tablets she gives "a blessing"
One, two, three, four, feeling sick
Drags me up the stairs double quick
Woozy, helpless, tried, confused
She throws me back down, I am bruised
Her eyes to me, although my vision is blurry
Full of anger and hate without a worry
Suddenly she's next to my side
"To the hospital! Let's get you outside"

Just 2 hours out, I'm again admitted
Doctors baffled by the injuries submitted
Caring mother, who is so devoted
"Fell downstairs" "took my pills" she quoted
Sits by my side, it looks like she cares
But she's the one in my darkest nightmares
Patients praise her tender love to me
If only they knew what I live to see
Envies the attention and watches me in despair
What happened to the mummy that used to care?