The Shower is Where I Cry

My emotions scare me
when I succumb to them

I am not in control

Anger, fear, anxiety, hate, and love
all leave my soft underbelly exposed

I am not in control

To let go of the rudder and summit to the winds
and currents of these feelings is to be vulnerable

I am not in control

I am vulnerable, but won't allow myself to show it
The wolf stalks the weakest member of the herd

I am not in control

I may be the weakest member of the herd
so I hide behind a mask of stone

I am not in control

I mustn't show my weakness
so the shower is where I cry

I am not in control