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.