I'm looking up at my shower head once again
Asking it
Why does it have to be this way
Why am I in so much pain
It never responds
But at least I know it listens
YOU ARE READING
My shit show of a life
PoetryEvery thought, every heart breaking moment, every tear. These are the flames to my match which ignite my poems into creation. I hope you enjoy what I call life.
Oh, showerhead
I'm looking up at my shower head once again
Asking it
Why does it have to be this way
Why am I in so much pain
It never responds
But at least I know it listens
