My Arm

It was freshman year I was fourteen
Eight classes and then wrestling
It's sad to say, it was Carson
Who broke my arm on New Year's Eve
It was fine, I guess
The pain was real
Two days in the ER without a meal
To conclude a simple surgery they said
Better in your arm than up inside your head

So I sat and waited patiently
While the doctors fixed a tragedy

The scars on my arm
Are nothing compared to the stars on my heart
You could call it a fresh start
Or a new escape to life seen from afar

Four months of recovery
A lifetime of a new me
Fitting in, needed so bad
I wanted it more than I wanted to breathe
For awhile I was left out
Treated carefully no doubt
I missed the feel, of my guitar
I tried to play and gave up with a shout

For the first time I cried to myself
And my life was put up on the shelf

The scars on my arm
Are nothing compared to the stars on my heart
You could call it a fresh start
Or a new escape to life seen from afar

This song may seem more than silly
A song about having wrist surgery
But my arm taught me something
Being you is more important
Than being the person that everyone sees

(That's my bad arm)