Something people like me deal with everyday. --- A stabbing pain to an aching throb My mother can't make it stop My skin's crawling and cold What if I'm feeling a symptom That's never been told? I said to her all I could A hundred things I list And still too many missed I'm ok, so she said What's to be done? Saw my doctor, couldn't say a thing Thousands of warnings in my brain Covered in perspiration Overdosed on adrenaline I hear nothing but white noise I'm ok, so he said No virus or broken bones I'm on my own A whimper to a choking sob My doctor can't make it stop My chest has chills my head's too warm My skull's splitting my brain is tearing I think I'm on to something what if My mind has tricked my body? It's all in my head And I can't make it stop ---- Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's works. Note: I didn't know it, but the title is actually a completely different condition. This poem's actually about hypochondria, not malingering. Although I guess you could say they were accused of being a malingerer.