Familiar Pain

You touch the water and recoil

I touch it and it comforts me

My hands numb to the pain thw water should create

My skin, bright red but unfeeling

This pain doesnt leave a constant reminder

Like the lines on my arms.

The lines I tell everyone was just a work accident. 

"Its from the oven, just an accident."

Now I resort to the water,

Always going back to the steaming water. 

Why wont I learn? 

When will I learn? 

Turn up the heat.

Turn down the pain.

Boil away the fears,

The anger,

The hurt,

The insecurities.

The red skin, now a familiar face in a crowd.

This poem is about: 
Me

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