Years pass by and scabs appear
Angry feelings surge
Wounds of self infliction... Self defense
Acquainted scars emerge

Sometimes I pray for band-aids
Or a Neosporin touch
Make these scars invisible
They burn my eyes too much

Masquerading down the corridor
Summer's humid breeze
A sweaty, counterfeited dance
For my soul's impurities

Sleeves that bear remembrance
Sleeves to thus conceal
Sleeves to hide my quaint emotions
Detesting how I feel

Now no one can comfort
Or ease the tendency
If I, for once, revealed my pain
Farewell, reality

So friends are friends-- a friendly guess
But what a friend am I?
I'd have helped the person asking
I guess a soul could never cry

So weeping goes my garden
Hello, addicting spade
Someone grant my soul a suture
Unearth some natural shade

It looks like summer's heating up
Who changes their wardrobe?
Unnatural patches, fill me in
Erased by perfect clothes

Who swims when they could take a walk
Who wears your cold tank-tops
Even ankles markings, drew some eyes
Threw away crimson flip-flops

It's hard to raise my arms now
I'd no idea how much they weighed
Patching up my stubborn soul
Another hefty red band-aid
 
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