control the brakes or go skidding into it all

I punch the walls in the shower with a lame fist.
I’d love to give it a proper go, but I’m a little embarrassed.
Even in front of myself.
So instead,
I write an affirmation on the steamed up shower screen with trembling wet fingers,
like stiff little ghosts.
Keep the drama under wraps.
Keep the drama under wraps.
Smile.
But you see,
it’d be so much easier to be your own puppeteer
if your limbs didn’t always get caught in the strings.