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I tend to use imperfect rhyming. I'm pretty aware of this by now. I hope even if you're not a fan of such poetry, you might still give this poem a chance. All critiques are welcome! I know this is far from perfect. Hope you enjoy. 
Stumble into the cold bathroom,
distressed; tired from today.
My reflection stares down into me.
Fierce. Hard eyes give everything away.
I crumble into nothingness.
Lost. Withered. Wash away this day!
So wearied of lifes complexities.
Give me the strength to be okay.
Force off these constricting Levis.
My skinny jeans, they've molded me.
Shrug off my favorite long sleeve.
The warmth of my days clothes soon leaves me.
A painted figure, of a dainty girl
now addresses me in the mirror.
You remove what hides you, but beneath your clothes,
you've also never felt more real.
Kick off my socks; they leave my feet,
I shiver from the bathroom floor.
My eyes don't leave you, mocking reflection.
As I stare deep into my solemn core.
Wash away my troubles, I must.
Only after I undress.
Quiver from bare nothingness,
hidden feelings I repress.
Reach for the tired curtain.
Reveal my precious sanctum.
The shower switching rhythm.
Holding its steady anthem.
Step into the steamy drizzle.
Hoping to secure peace some day.
My thoughts slipping -- quickly fizzle.
Now on to washing my troubles away.

