Sitting here waiting, debating
About what I think they might say
The words start flowing through my head
They make their decision today
9 o clock, I know they'll come
Just like that day last week
My eyes are wide, my heart in my throat
As I hear them start to speak
My ears are burning as they climb the stairs
At that slow disdainful pace
And even though I know they're coming
I'm still staring into space
They sit and ask me how I'm feeling
Even though they see the truth
I'm left to explain every single remark
When before them, there's clear proof
Out comes the overflowing orange file
With the labels attached to my name
Mere words and overused medical terms
Explaining why I feel this pain
And they make their important decisions
Like they believe that they know best
Telling me they're different to the ones before
When they're just the same as the rest
Out come the fake sympathetic phrases
As they analyse my tears
Pulling apart the threads of me
That are welded with my fears
Then its finally time for them to leave
Postponing their decision again for a while
Shaking my hand before they go
Like me, they're forcing a smile
They're coming today to decide if hospital
Is the best place for me to stay
9 o clock, the knocks at the door
I'm so afraid of what they'll say
