Circle of Life

"The doctor will see you now" recites the nurse

as I'm sure she's done thousands of times 

during her 20 years of service in the medical field

My mom grabs my forearm

dragging me into the doctors office

almost puncturing my skin

with her inch long, perfectly manicured nails

"Fix her!!" 

my mom angrily orders at the doctor 

through clenched teeth

As if I'm a broken toy

that can be fixed 

with a simple twist

of a screwdriver

Ha, good luck

finding a screwdriver 

that fits me

My mom directs me 

to the blue suede couch

I notice the extended length

and laugh to myself

"They won't get me to lay on here

spilling my most intimate details

of my life" 

I sit on the shrink's couch

while my mom 

stands there 

bitching 

at the so-called "doctor"

about how "crazy" I am

I tune them out,

I've heard it a dozen times before

Looking about the room

on the wall I notice

are numerous

diplomas, plaques and awards.

Each piece 

was carefully thought out,

measured, and placed

for optimal viewing pleasure

Not my pleasure though

I imagine she needs 

all these mere pieces of paper

as constant reminders of who she is.

But who is she really?

Does she really know?

Or is she just as lost

as everyone else

We're all 

just a bunch of ants

running around frantically

because the "big man" 

is coming at us with a lawn mower

To me?

She is just a quack

Like all the other "doctors" 

I've seen before.

When will everyone realize

that I'm simply a square.

A perfectly abnormal square

trying to fit into the circle of life.

But.......

.....

.....

.....

..... aren't we all????

Author's Note

Prompt: "i'm like the Rubik's Cube. colorful yet complex." -- Proverbial Stranger