Today my knee popped again.
For the fifteenth time since it's began.
Skinned palms from breaking my fall.
Again, the hot blade of searing pain.
I hate how these are things I can perfectly recall.
I've sworn myself not to cry;
instead, my body goes into shock.
Screaming as if I were to die.
Catching my breath, the agony is finally over.
I used to be helped up from the ground.
But now, I get the cold shoulder.
In Phy Ed. class, they whispered that it was for attention.
I found that funny, considering I hate that.
And the brace, I would never mention.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 9:25 PM UTC
Today my knee popped again.
For the fifteenth time since it's began.
Skinned palms from breaking my fall.
Again, the hot blade of searing pain.
I hate how these are things I can perfectly recall.
I've sworn myself not to cry;
instead, my body goes into shock.
Screaming as if I were to die.
Catching my breath, the agony is finally over.
I used to be helped up from the ground.
But now, I get the cold shoulder.
In Phy Ed. class, they whispered that it was for attention.
I found that funny, considering I hate that.
And the brace, I would never mention.
Hello? Customer service? Can I get a refund? My knee doesn't seem to be working properly.
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