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The Doctors Office

When I was young,
It was the anticipation of a shot.
A stab of pain
Worse to wait for
Then to receive.

I’d sit in the car
Covering my eyes.
Flashes of
Blood
And sterile robes.
Images of
A needle
Protruding through my arm.

I’d scream and shout,
Not wanting the moment to come.
Surprised when
All I felt
Was a prick
And a cool bandage on my arm.

But now I know that,
What I imagine
Is worse than reality.

Maybe that’s why
I now want to speed up
The dreaded clock
And get it over with.



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MckayThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 8, 2013 at 5:23 pm:
I so relate to this. I remember being a child also and being dead-scared of the doctor and crying before he or she would call my name. Ha! Good times. I like the anticipation you create. Anyone can relate to this. 
 
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