Scalding water rushed onto my back
The pain reminded me of old times
When I had more to say
When I thought more in the shower
When I purposefully let the water get too hot
When I would wipe my slate clean, saying "I'll restart tomorrow"
And yet wiping it clean seemed the opposite
Hot showers with sharp tongues
Reminding me how it all ended
And the resentment I held inside for so many people
Starting to fade back onto the one person who deserved it
The one who took scalding showers
And wiped her slate clean every night
Sitting in her towel and thinking about who really cared
And now I realize
No matter what I did
A little part of you might always care
But the problem is
The girl who takes scalding hot showers
Cares less and less as she lets go of her resentment
And finally figured out
That she is the one to be hated all along
And not by you
But by herself
And how could others love her
If she couldn't comprehend how to do that herself
And so sitting in her shower
She wrote this poem
And you see
This silly girl
Is me
Silent Screams
By themadblonde
Poems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.) More