Only "pos"

My sister is not happy that I am writing about the "negs"! She thinks I should be writing my poetry... fishing out only the "pos" bits! Well, big sister... if it were that simple, NO ONE would have to endure this bitch of a disorder! You see, how rejection comes in all forms? Why should I pretend to be happy when I'm not? I write what I feel, and then move on from it... if I can! Anyways, one of the things she doesn't know is, I have been writing poetry, when I am inspired. It may not be what she normally would view as her little sister's "slamming words", but it's me, all me. And if I have to accept that, so should she.

The Eye Of The Doc

Funny how the universe rolls... I was at my Mother&Sister's house helping them with a project. I went outside to unload the car and my niece calls out that my cell is ringing and it's the Dr. with a reminder of my next day appt. I told her to cancel it and I'll deal with it later. Back into the house, my mother looks kinda puzzled and asks me why I did that? I told her that I was needed back here tomorrow to help Jan Brady (my sister). Mother then says maybe you should just go to your appt, don't you need to speak with the doctor? I said, "I don't feel like seeing her". The rest is as follows:
Mother: Are you still pissed off about the medication mix-up last month?
Me: No, just not in the mood to see her.
Mother:  Why not?
Me: (ready to explode) Because I don't want to look at her, I saw she had a wonky eye the last time, it agitated the hell out of me!!!
Mother: A WHAT? (lots of laughter) What the hell is a wonky eye?
Me: Her eye was jacked and I hadn't noticed it before. This time when she asked me if I felt like doing  myself or anyone else IN... I almost told her what I was feeling.
Mother: What were your feelings, I don't understand? (joining her in laughter, my sister)
Me: Look!!! When she asked that question, I noticed her damn eye wobbling all over her face... I felt like kicking her in it, making it crash thru the back of her skull. There... now you know, are you satisfied?
Mother:(looking thoughtful, still giggling) Wait, a second... I don't see how you could be so uptight about her eye, you dated Pete for what... 5 years? Hell, he was stabbed in the eye... his EYE is DEAD!!!