Overshadowed

Those stark white hallways always hid the anger within. 

Painted blue and purple to ease the anxiety of those who only walked in.

Wheeled in those double doors, I had no choice, 

As the wheels squeaked, completely masking my voice. 

I heard half-assed phrases from those who lacked bedside care,

Telling me it was fine, although I clearly saw the tools lying there. 

"Take a deep breath" they said, 

"You will awake anew"

I did as they told me, even while thinking how my parents could be sued.

No amount of air could calm me, but the plastic mask was already on. 

Eyes wide I prayed, they wouldn't cut me till I was long gone. 

Barely awake but fighting through the fog,

I saw the light overhead pass as though the nurses were at a jog.