At least, that’s how I remember it

There must have been 30 of them
huddled in the corner.
30 muffled chuckles when I gave them the news.
Just one of me, the medical marvel, the unanswered question.

They were the doctors and I was the patient.
Help is what I asked for.
Judgement is what was prescribed.

A four-walled microcosm of my envisioned reality.
I was the odd man out, again.
I’m telling you, there must have been 30 of them.