The reason is too obvious why we are coming here,
only we can know how much it took to face our fear.
We’re keeping it a secret, so we didn’t tell our mothers,
it doesn’t get much easier as we sit here with others.
This waiting room is swallowing up every part of me,
we avoid each other’s eyes in lack of privacy.
I hope that I don’t meet by chance, the people from my past,
if I get recognised here, I hope news won’t travel fast.
Its warm in here, the air is tense and fear is floating round,
I try not to think about what’s making my heart pound.
Out of boredom I am forced to stare at things around,
the only clue I have is when I listen to each sound.
As the nurse runs in and out, I wait to hear my number,
I become so tired I almost drift into a slumber.
It takes a lot of courage and I'm glad that I came here,
we can hope that others bring themselves to face their fear.
