*I wrote this poem last night while sitting in my room. I have not written anything in a very long time and I used to always write. For some reason last night a muse came to me. It may not be so good for my first try in a long time but I hope you all enjoy it.
P-C-O-S
From the P to the C to the O to the S
I have found you and damn you are such a pest.
Ever since I found you my life changed and just like Santa I made the doctor check things twice.
People act like I’m committing a crime when I walk down the street,
When they whisper, when they say bad things and call me names
This is what makes me cry.
From The P to the C to the O to the S damn PCOS you always make me feel less.
They say I’m a beautiful girl so why is everything such an intolerable mess?
Is this all just a test?
A test to see how strong I am?
Not a person, not a wish, can change who I am.
From the P to the C to the O to the S, PCOS who are you? Why do you want to make me feel so less?
P_c_o_s 
