Ode to a Med Student...

Never let them see you bleed.
When you're wounded
tell them it's ketchup.
But not your ketchup
no, that would show weakness.
Someone else spilt it.
Obviously.

Never let them see you cry.
When they look,
ask if they think it strange
that it's raining,
under a cloudless sky.
Ludicrous.

In weakness, show strength.
In strength, show weakness.
Sun Tzu thought so.
Sun Tzu taught so.
This art of war begs a dialectic champion.

Misery loves company.
Our education binds us,
intertwines our minds behind us.
My weakness will become yours,
and yours will become mine.
Hiding our tears from ourselves,
averting our eyes from wounds not there,
and in unified solitude,
conquer that which might have been,
and that which tomorrow may be.