That Cold Grey Room

I've longed for life without that cold grey room, the smell defiant, all too gloom. I was only a child, was frantic, written now as old panic. The dull walls, the counter too clean. I hated how I saw myself on its screen. Their bright white coats matched the lights, which were always too bright. Given a scarce diagnosis at my age, multiple diseases were added to my page. A pump on my waist, the course of my life filled with such haste. The responsibilities given at such a young age, the extra precautions to take, and the things that would change.

 I should have been sad, should've cried, should've died. Though I’m certainly close o that line. I stayed in that room until I could hear their footprints. With the challenges that arose and still more to come, I'm just hoping that soon it will all be done. I was behind my time, for that room was really no friend of mine. So forth I pushed to the limit, for results, I wait for all too timid. While others rose through challenges, my arms were covered in bandages. 

Looked at the insults and actions as jokes. I didn't see they were evil under their cloaks. I wish to go back to that time, to tell them off for their crimes. To when the disease was weaker on my body, to when everything was all jolly. When I didn't know what things they said meant. Sheltered when deceived, thinking everything a dream. But am I still too brittle, too little to cross the line. For now, that cold grey room is just fine. For those inside, are just like me, who all wished to be free.