The Waiting Room

You see someone else when you look at me You see what I've always tried to train myself to be You see dinner tables and picture frames and everything in between You see a medicated mind gripping tight to belief And I hope I never have to see this waiting room again With patients coughing beside me, While i stare up at fluorescents Praying that no one I know will walk in And I'll have to explain why I'm here But I don't know why I'm here My mouth sewn shut, for you I tear open the seams Every time they ask what's wrong with me If I knew, I'd tell you, but trust me I don't And you can diagnose me, but that won't make me cope And I hope I never have to see this office again Spitting out my demons to somebody I just met She's taking notes just to remember my name Cause the only one who listens is the person I pay And I hope I never have to see this waiting room again And I hope I never have to see this waiting room again And I hope I never have to see this waiting room again Lest I forget what it's done to my head Let the medication fix me instead