bath on metal feet :|

I am the wet brown leaves choking the green grass in the backyard of an autumn forgotten. I am the toe cutting chipped staircase to the torn screen door, of the linoleum kitchen floor. I am the budget melamine kitchenette table, and faded plastic chairs at breakfast. I am the ever-sharpening nail heads rising from aluminium plates covering carpet meeting tile. I am the peeling white paint of the warped doorframe of the bathroom of powder blue tiles. I am the faded stickers of dogs and doe-eyed children stuck to them. I am the corroded metal taps that creak and groan, and are slow to deliver. I am the heat that a red face and be blamed on. I am the tears disguised by the water, of the bath that we cry in, at the end of the day. When it is better to cry alone, than to be comforted by those who just don't understand.