Drip, Drop

Drip, drop. The tub is drenched… With a messy substance That’s red and thick. Why can’t you just believe in me? In what I am, In what I’m not. Why can’t that just be enough? Why have I never had the courage Had the strength To look in the mirror And look this monster in the eyes… Tell her what I think of her… How she makes me feel inside. The continuation Of this mutilation Gives her a sense of control And power… How I so long for that Sense of control. Now I know, Who the enemy is The confirmation of my deprivation Is complete. Tears on my face… I can barely feel it. At least I know that you cared enough To cry for me… Drip, drop.