Blue Armbands

It's Summer Time

Now it is

Summer time

Time to cover

Up my crime

Well technically

To make that correct

It's not a crime

But I still can't forget

About these marks

All down each arm

In public they

Are not a charm

It's easy to hide them

When it's freezing

I can wear a sweatshirt

Without wheezing

But now it's summer

And it's hot

So even if

I forgot

I'd just see them

Every day

As they slowly heal

And may never go away

I want them gone

But I want them there

Just to remind me

If I care

Of the mess I'm in

Or the mess I'll have escaped

Maybe one day

My life will be reshaped