As I trip (To the tune of Proterra)

[Invisible]

As I walk up the stairs
Why do I always miss the step
As I climb to the second floor
Why do I just forget

Carpet burns, hurting knees
I feel pain,but do not scream
crushed by embarrassment
hear the thrill of your voice

When I last fell down
I come crying to you
When I last fell down
My pride was breaking in pieces

Bonjela take my hand
the open wound rough like sand
bruising skin, bleeding gums
paper towels for the blood

[Sporran]

Interesting poem, Invisible. I like it! :)