Band-Aid

There's been this band-aid on my knee

It's been there far too long

It's hidden for you to see

To fool you into thinking that I am strong

There's been this band-aid on my knee

I remember the day I put it on

It stopped the blood from pouring out

Fooling me that the pain was gone

There's been this band-aid on my knee

It's worn out and crinkly now

Curling up with accumulated dirt

Attention seeking ugly threads screaming loud

There's been a band-aid on my knee

Clinging to warted skin

Battling every bit of sun and air

That attempts to reach in

There's been this band-aid on my knee

I liked feeling it there

I pretended it protected me

With loving familiar care

There's been this band-aid on my knee

Look now, it's gone

It leaves behind a lighter patch, jerking off a miniscule stinging whip

But the wound has healed and so; it's clearly time to move on