A glowing screen

Our names wiill come up on a  glowing screen 
This is why we fund the NHS
Everyone  wants fame, to be a scream
But I  just want post traumatic  congress

I sit  down peering   furtively, bizarrely
Eventually I’m sitting there  alone
I knew I’d not fit in that  group of monsters
I am hyper vigilant  when I’m at home

Now I feel both desolate and rejected
They did not want my blood , it is too red
Then I found myself ejected
Without a lump of honey on my bread

The doctor wanted 20 different readings
At this rate it will take forever more
I see a mist of red,  my temper’s  rising
Help me to  the flexi- exit door