Bandaids and Daggers

You tried, you tried real hard,
But I'm not half as weak,
I know you've made up your mind,
You've given my name to your fears.

I wish I could take your pain away,
But you're not mine to heal.

I'm coming with bandaids,
But all you see is daggers,
You're at war and your bullets hurt,
Not my war, not my enemy.
Weaponized, not me.

You tried, you tried real hard,
You have three to protect,
I know you're doing your best,
To keep those you love safe.

I wish I could take your pain away,
But you're not mine to heal.

I'm coming with bandaids,
But all you see is daggers,
You're at war and your bullets hurt,
Not my war, not my enemy.
Weaponized, not me.

The stab came from behind,
Yet you won't turn around.
Why did you want me here?
Why do you keep running in circles around me?

The stab came from behind,
When I wasn't even here.
Turn around, now.
Look into the eye,
Of your real enemy.

Black and White Forest

September 2006.
From the soul of my 16 year-old self,
But edited for literary purposes.

More from the Sweet & Sour Sixteen Series:
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