What is it about going to the eye doctor that makes me so uncomfortable?

I used to love going!

He was a nice man

He gave me building blocks to play with

But then he left

I met a new man

He was quiet and small

He felt like a whisper in human form

He asked me strange questions

I’m sorry, I don’t know the answer

The silence in the room is deafening

What did I say wrong that made you write something down

My lip starts sweating

Which one looks better, 2 or 3

My scalp tingles

Read the first line on the paper

My legs are stuck to the seat

How many fingers am I holding up

Though I have to admire someone who went to school

Studying “Anatomy of the Eye” and

“The 3rd Volume of Soft and Hard Lenses”

Still, he shines the light in my eyes

Looks like you’re all good

Ok, see you next year.