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 **** 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 *** of mess,
          just like my bathroom floor.