Dear Band-aid,

No matter how many times I get hurt, I still go out looking for more. And I always end up finding a band-aid. You cover up the scratch so I don't have to look at it, and maybe even help dull the pain. I can go on and be happy because you hide everything ugly underneath your promise to heal. But I can still feel the throb. At least for awhile. Some days I even think, you've fixed it, and I'll rip you right off and be fine. Then when I take a peek, just to see if it's gone, I find it still hurts. Back at square one. The place where I realize that the band-aid won't make it go away. You're only temporary and you can't make it better. You see, the problem with band-aids is they're no good unless you've got a scratch that needs patched. Without the scratch, it means nothing at all.