I hate
Survival rates.
Don't tell me
That they are scientific.
Don't tell me to
“Get my affairs in order.”
What about me?
As just a unique person?
My age
My heart and my hope.
I need, demand
A chance for a future.
Please don't let an
Outdated chart steal that.
Let me embrace
The uncertainty with
Openness and maybe
Potentials and possibilities.
I hate
Survival rates.