To the girl in the bathroom

I know you said your life hasnt been that hard

And you dont know if it is supposed to be

But maybe

You can see

That yours and mine

Dont have to be

The same

When you swung from the strangers shower rod,

While i Peed

You told me your mom is rich

And never around

Youre not sad

Just not surrounded

By what others are

I piss and wipe you

Go next

Eyes up and thinking, contemplating

Why it seems a privilege to struggle and how

You don’t

The discrimination of pain

Is confusing

I wash my hands with dial

You pull up your mini skirt and chuckle

Unhinged because your damage isn’t yours

Its the amalgamation of everyone youve ever met

Its their daddy issues

Its their wrist that are cut

Its their wallets that are empty.

You want it to be yours,

But yours like a painting is yours

It sits on the wall with your name on it,

But you never get paint on your hands.