Your Core - Eliza Shaddad

Sometimes I wait in my shower

I wait for the fear to wash away

I press my hands into the glass

I wish I was not yet awake

I wish I

But I’m a silly tired little girl

Who’s only ever wanting more

Can’t you see how good you have it?

Does it never reach your core?

Your core

Sometimes I wait in my shower

I wait for the fear to wash away

I press my hands into the glass

I wish I was not yet awake