Sitting On My Bathroom Floor

i love my bathroom. i hate my pain

Sitting on the bathroom floor.

Praying the world changes on the other side of the door.

No one knows what I do here, and they aren’t invited to explore.

What do you do when you go in there? They say.

But they aren’t allowed to know how I deal with my hidden pain.

My bathroom is my safe space, no need for forced smiles here.

When I close my bathroom door, everyone else disappears.

I stand in my tub, while warm water hits my face.

During my shower, I might just sit and let go, no rush, this is no race.

I think my demons just watch me in this strange comforting room.

Everyone wonders why I like this place full of ignored gloom.