No, it's really alright.
It's alright. I'm okay!
I stumble in my shoes as my heart falls out of place.
Are you awake? Wake up! Can you hear me?
I can tell you dead-on that you're here and I'm there,
I can tell you that just fine,
I just can't wash my hair. Or sit in warm-ish water for more than 4 minutes, or carry my breath while feeling safe in it.
How can I feel better like you're urging me to?
I will feel better, I swear, and as a matter of fact, I think I already do!
It will leave me alone; it will never happen again...
it will read every report and study my own eyes have read.
Then come back with a venegance,
with some sort of vendetta, a foe --
and make me unthink all the things I think I already know.
So ***** the dinner table, Mom's house, New Year's Eve,
***** looking tearfully at my parents, telling them that I need to leave.
***** the medications, MRIs, and echocardiograms
and ***** every time the symptoms performed these tests with empty hands.
EKG's normal! You're alright, and so's your blood pressure,
so get out the hospital, get some rest, and be reminded to always remain less & less sure.
Exercise, eat healthy, get plenty of sleep..
but don't mind being dizzy more than 5 days a week.
Because you're just fine! You're good! Just keep your mind in it.
I sure will, thanks a bunch! And be sure to tell the same to your kid,
because that's all I am, a child at heart.
Whose heart can't tell time, so when I stopped growing, it'd start.
I thought I was safe when I reached twenty one,
deadlifted 210, drove for a bit, couldn't see what was in front.
I don't need to be rescued,
I don't need you to care,
just don't get offended if you look over and I'm not there
dazed and confused, heart at an abnormal pace
stumbling, shuffling,
as it falls back out of place.
HCM
