Band Aids

I've been burned and bruised,
depressed, desperate, dishonest.
Punished for being
me.
To my feet,
I stand.
Back to the ground
they push me.
Tears stain the skin,
but I can
cope
with the pain.
Nothing dries sooner than blood.





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