I can't believe I am here
buried deep in theory
I wanted to be a doctor
and did I really think it was gonna be easy?
I thought life was going to be Greys Anatomy
here I am spending late nights in a library,
meet my new best friend , the coffee in my hand
while I memorize the diseases that are everything bland.
I juggle the scalpel with grace and care,
hoping for a stich beyond compare.
but sometimes, the needle just won't go through,
and I am left wondering, "Is this déjà vu?"
living a life of complain
yet feels like I want this pain
is this what the path feels like?
when you are aiming for an epic saga
well, what is life without a little melodrama!
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Author:
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Name withheld for obvious reasons!
thank you so much for your response!
Ah the labor to pay one's dues and enter the trade. It is not always what one imagined it to be. The work is harder, the days are longer, and the excitement is duller. Nicely written
yes! couldn't have put it in a better way. thank you so much for reading it.
Great write
thank you for your read!
You're welcome
It ain't Scrubs either. Nothing is expected. Nice expression of your angst.
hey, thank you for the response, friend!
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