To All The Tropes I Wanted To Write

XI

The room in my head that changed
They said that the only thing money can't buy is a good education, patience, love, and time
And I believed that
For as long as I can remember I believed that
Until one day, the door to my head was broken into pieces
An army of what reality really is didn't hesitate to enter
Breaking down walls upon walls of my peaceful thoughts and innocence
Changing all views I have of this empire we call our present
And when they finally left, dust was all that remains
And so when I repaired the room, rebuilt the doors, I have done it a little differently
I have done it a lot more than a little differently
The old walls full of wonder and innocence was replaced with inner turmoils, deep anguish, and realism
The stars that ones littered the ceiling with happiness had gone dull and black
The room was now empty of little trinkets that made my vision of the world so majestic, so big, so full of opportunities
Right now it is simply a hardwood floor of practicality, a chair for purpose, and a side table for the very few things that I can afford to hold on to
And the clock by the east wall, right where the anger was most prominent, ticks and tocks reminding me of what little time I had left
My dreams and visions were completely gone, now nothing but a trace of the happiness I once wore
Because how can I follow them when I've got no time
They say money can't buy time
But how is it that the rich has more of it
And the poor has barely none?
I have thousands of windows in my old room I wanted to open
Each one leading me to something worthwhile to discover
But time was running out if you didn't have money
Because apparently you needed a ticket to open those windows
Now all I have are walls- no window.
None, for I will only be tempted to sneak a peak and then cry myself asleep
And you say time is free- but
How can time be free when I wanted to be a doctor
One who would study for a decade or so
Learning carefully each step of medicine
Securing the future that I wanted to myself
Instead I have to be "selfless"
Choose a different career
For I "don't have the time or money" to be one
When you're rich you can afford to slack off
But when you're poor, one mistake and you'll have to live in misery for the next month or two
The walls of my new room kept reminding me of that
The tick of the clock kept reminding me that
Quotes as such was made by those with power for themselves
While poor people like me has to sweat each day and night for time
Locked into the rooms in our minds
Sighing into the chair
A small book of hope in our hands
Wishing that for tomorrow, innocence will return in our rooms