Thinking about life from
my bathroom floor.
My carpeted bathroom floor
that I can't get all the
dirt and mildew and rot from.
Just like my mind and soul,
filled with all the deplorable shit that
I can't forget.
Bad memories, and
past mistakes, and
all the wrong people, and
destitute trains of thought.
I'm trying not to hate myself from
my bathroom floor.
I don't think it's working.
From a bit away,
I look fine,
just like my bathroom floor.
Up close,
I'm a melting pot of mess,
just like my bathroom floor.