I feel like the bar of soap when it gets too thin

And you have to scrape it off the ledge in the shower

Crumbling as you spread it over your body

Nearly useless, nearly invisible

The last of it’s life bubbling around you

As you wash the remains of it down the drain

Where your dreams and your joys go to die

When you’ve been backed into the corner

And there is no place left to go except to turn and face the wall

Praying that they won’t find you

Hoping that they will stop looking for you

Once the novelty of your absence has worn away to nothing

Just like the soap when it gets too thin.