Baths

I bathe in scalding tubs,
Getting rid of dirt and grime,
But I can't dissolve feelings.
Or spent time.

I want to wash it all away,
Down the tiny drain.
Gone forever,
So I can finally be sane.

But my wish cannot come true,
Forever I will be the same.
Unless I stand up,
When I realize life is not a game.

That is just chance and luck,
Where my chances are bad,
My luck is dead,
Which keeps me from being glad.

In the end,
I'm just very clean.
Stuck with my feelings,
And still being unseen.