I scrub my head hard as if to wash away my sins 
With non-organic shampoo that smells like artificial happiness.
Let the water run down my pale skin, 
Drown me in my sorrows.
Let the water pool at my feet 
While I exhale the stress, the weight on my chest
That only gets heavier.
Turn the water off.
Let the steam cloud the mirrors.
Let the water drip from my hair, 
Take my stress with you 
Down the drain, out of mind out of sight.
Breathe deeply, wipe the mirror.
Things are never as bad as they seem.
Dry off, leave those feelings behind, 
Leave them in the drain, I don’t need to remember.
Step out and let the cold air of reality grip me.
I always feel better after I shower.