Emotional Sink
I have an emotional sink,
Not a person, a pet, or a piece of paper, just a sink.
It accepts all that I spill, all of my hidden thoughts,
It reflects all what I've been through, the most painful of thoughts.
I see myself clearly and the flow of my tears,
Will not be shared, they are my private tears.
The echoes, the tissue, the reflection remind me it's real,
My hidden face reminds me it exists, and it's real.
I have an emotional sink,
Not a person, a pet, or a piece of paper, just a sink.
I go to it when I don't want to make a mess, but it's just a sink.
I don't talk to it and it doesn't talk to me because it's just a sink.
I can't find another place to be to let my emotions run free,
I find myself in front of the sink, eyes closed mouth free.
Where do they go, where do my emotions sink?
Finding myself in front of my emotional sink.