Liquid Fears

I cry, When I cut and bleed, I scream, When soap make suds, I whimper, To the sound of flushing toilets, I thunder, When my cereals are wet, I yell, At seeing a clear drop of water in a mug, I faint, In the wettest of weathers, I curl up in a foetal, When the janitor mops the floor, I wish I lived in a desert! Beside sandy weather, And have pet vulture, Picking the best parts of me! Because my life, Is not a day at the beach