No shower curtain nil and null

 My hands go up to touch the water as it comes down from the shower head
tears from a lifetime. That won't clean me.

The water comes out reaches the towels
It soaks them all
And wets the floor
The house will remain damp

My hands go up to adjust the jets
But it won't be adjusted

So I sit in the shower well
and let it all get wet

I cry for a decade
I let go of who I was

There is nil inside
Nil outside

There are only tears
albeit rolling slowly
Not like the jets of the shower
The bathroom is flooded

I have been performing
My value is nil and null

I was sure I was becoming something
I was certain I'd be someone

In the light of the day
I am exhaustion, tears and nothing more than these