I see the shower floor
The grated tiled housing tiny drops of water
soap cloaks me as it is my only protection
the fresh scent of vanilla is what helps me
It helps me get through my day
I earn compliments meant for the soap
I earn smiles and whistles thanks to the soap
I feel the oil begin to sink into my skin
My heart rejects it
My brain tells me no
My eyes and nose say yes
I need compliments to make me feel good
don’t I?