Plastic Band

The rain.

The pain.

The disdain.

That's what is keeping me down.

I can't even go into town.

I'm wearing a permanent frown.

No one understands.

I just need a helping hand.

Not this plastic band

'Round my wrist.

I turn and twist.

I ball up my fists.

No one will let me go.

My waterworks flow.


I don't even know.

But I do know this:

I have to get rid of the plastic band 'round my wrist.

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