Safety

Sitting in the shower,
With the cold water running over me.
My clothes cling to my body,
Yelling at the voices in my head.

My mom is outside the door,
And she is worried.
She thought this wouldn't happen anymore,
Turning the knob, trying to get in.

But the lock won't budge,
They're calling me.
Worthless, helpless,
They laugh at me.

And my unsuccessful attempts,
Of trying to get them out of my head.
It starts to rain outside,
The perfect time for a walk.

I came out of the bathroom dripping wet,
Not even talking to my mom.
Walking outside in the thunder,
Tired at being judged.

Yelling at those voices,
At the top of my lungs.
Pleading for silence,
Nothing but a sewer rat, they call me.

Mangy and covered with disease,
I keep walking.
Keep pleading,
A cop pulls over.

Asks me if I'm alright,
Screaming at nothing.
I blow him off,
He can't help.

Sitting in a seat,
With a towel over me.
Pleading to go back into the rain,
But they don't hear me.

They're talking with my mom,
She says she can't handle her.
Maybe she needs to go away for a while,
Someplace she can get some help.

They take me to a room with a bed and a chair,
Nothing with water.
Yelling at them,
Saying that I need a shower.

It's the only place that dulls the voices,
The only place that I am safe.