Maybe if I told you, that I can’t shower with my eyes open,
That every day is a struggle,
That I’m scared of the high school bathroom.
Maybe then you would understand.
Maybe if I explained why I can’t go swimming,
You would stop asking.
Maybe I just need to tell you I’m sick,
Or that I’m tired,
Or that I can’t swim,
Or that I never really liked the pool.
You never seem to be out of questions.
And I love answering them,
But you just ask so many.
And I’m tired of doing this,
It’s too hard,
And it’s really early in the morning, always.
And with you
Every day is monday.
zander foster poetry 