one hundred one

again.
same old story
but today 3 up.
why?
i must be a glutton for punishment
because there's no escape to be found.
the screaming
over and over.
again.
same lines.
same excuses.
same threats.
just follow through for once.
dripping wet hair.
water now cold as ice.
but it still doesn't stop.
so i get out,
blast some music,
to get on with my day.
i let it slide,
just brush it off,
but i know its with me for the rest of my day.
again.