Liar, liar. Do you feel better now?

You lied to that woman.

I saw you lie to her, like you lie to me.

Like you to lie to everyone.

Her 56 inch tall emotionally high strung self, yet was unaware. 

Blind from what her "Doctor" did.

Your the thirteenth doc I have been too. 

I keep going, and receiving no answers, but yet another road to untold stories.

My knowledge eats you up, as you can not deceive me.

I know my illness all to well, and it aggravates you to hell.

Your college degree means nothing now, you paid someone to be a self-indulgent heartless liar.

Use your aggression, and belittling behaviors, but it won't work on me.

I am not another paycheck for your Mercedes Ben, or 600,000 dollar house.

I am human. I have two legs and two arms, a heart that is bigger than this lonely building, and small narrow room.

You try to maintain a professional look, but use cheap tools and low quality machinery. 

Your best tool is your mouth, because you trick, and try to be oh so slick. 

Darling, you are not kidding me.

I have a soul and a spirit of a gypsy.

I just had not found it then,

3 years later, with out all of you.

I found my hippy behaviors, and the holistic beauty in myself.

I know more about my illness then you ever will.

The difference between you and I is I experienced it, you studied it.

You studied it for money, but my passion has helped more than you will in a lifetime.

Goodbye, you self-centered fool.

I thank you for your childish acts, and naive actions.

For you brought out my soul, through my hatred for you. I have found love for everyone but you. 

This poem is dedicated to all individuals suffering with the chronic illness Temporal Mandibular Joint Disorder, and the struggle to find a diagnosis for this incurable disease.