I know better.
I know nothing, and I am useless.
So don’t throw words at me insinuating that
I am knowledgeable.
I know the truth.
Because at the end of each day
I have nothing to contribute to my patients
And I’m not going to dwell on the lie that
I can make a difference in their well-being
Because who am I kidding?
I’m just a med student.
The patient appreciates my effort
I am still reminded of the fact that
With each suture thrown or dosage drawn
I slow down the resident and the attending
Regardless of whether
I try my best
It’s hard to believe that
I’m here to learn and grow
Nothing will change the fact that
I think of what lies ahead in the wards as a hindrance
Each morning when
I ask myself
What am I doing here?
(It’s so easy to think a certain way when you’re feeling DOWN.
But don’t forget those days when things are looking UP.
How you read it is all a matter of perspective.)
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