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Band-Aid (Breaking A Rule)
My stomach's turning
My forehead's sweating
The hairs on the back
----of my neck are pricking
My mouth is dry
My tongue's too big
I can't get the words
----to fit past my lips
You're all staring at me, patiently waiting
The air has gone still and the fear's not abating
I'm shifting nervously from one foot to the other
I don't know how the news will blow over
Maybe I'm foolish
Maybe it's too late
Maybe I shouldn't do
----this face to face
I suppose it's stupid
I don't know how you'll react
I'm just so afraid
----you'll all turn your back
You're still watching me as I mumble an apology
I'm starting to wonder what's come over me
Since thirteen I've never felt safe in my skin
But what makes me so afraid of my kin?
I remember my childhood
All the scrapes and the cuts
Stinging alcohol cleaning
----out all the dust
All those stupid band-aids
They stuck straight to the skin
You jerk them off quickly
----and the pain's over then
But this band-aid is sticky and I don't have the strength
So I'll peal it off slowly, length by length
And what if you're the dirt that will irritate this wound?
What if I'm taking off the band-aid too soon?
I've stood here too long
I look like a fool
I've broken the 'taking off
----the band-aid' rule
I'll simply leave you to ponder
While I clumsily dodge it
I've never felt safer
----here in my closet
My forehead's sweating
The hairs on the back
----of my neck are pricking
My mouth is dry
My tongue's too big
I can't get the words
----to fit past my lips
You're all staring at me, patiently waiting
The air has gone still and the fear's not abating
I'm shifting nervously from one foot to the other
I don't know how the news will blow over
Maybe I'm foolish
Maybe it's too late
Maybe I shouldn't do
----this face to face
I suppose it's stupid
I don't know how you'll react
I'm just so afraid
----you'll all turn your back
You're still watching me as I mumble an apology
I'm starting to wonder what's come over me
Since thirteen I've never felt safe in my skin
But what makes me so afraid of my kin?
I remember my childhood
All the scrapes and the cuts
Stinging alcohol cleaning
----out all the dust
All those stupid band-aids
They stuck straight to the skin
You jerk them off quickly
----and the pain's over then
But this band-aid is sticky and I don't have the strength
So I'll peal it off slowly, length by length
And what if you're the dirt that will irritate this wound?
What if I'm taking off the band-aid too soon?
I've stood here too long
I look like a fool
I've broken the 'taking off
----the band-aid' rule
I'll simply leave you to ponder
While I clumsily dodge it
I've never felt safer
----here in my closet
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