I know I'm a pain in the arse. This is a thank you to those saintly few who willingly puts up with me.
the window slamming on my hand
I wail for a minute, attract a crowd
and stand cradling, guarding
surrounded by concern
it's tender to the touch
so leave it alone!
but you don't listen, and hover
giving ice packs, tylenol,
unwanted advice and reassurance
so what if I'm not exactly stoic?
that doesn't mean pain
isn't sometimes a good thing.
You don't get that, though
and keep trying to help
You're just making it worse, you know
and then you make it better.