Here's my room
My book shelf- a statchue to hold books that the author never finished because I tend to cling to people that can't make up their mind
A bed- a big dream catcher that holds my thought and confusion of yesterday to share with my pillow
Pillow- the one that holds my doubt . The one that has been put there just to compliment my walls
My walls: a metaphor of my insecurities, the one thing that's been there long enough to know how my heart faluters at the end of the day when I'm scared and afraid of my own name
A mirror: not my mirror because I can't make up who I am when I look into it, decides on what I show the world and if I decide to eat that day
The floor: the reason I put on socks, so I don't fall, the reason for my last bit of hope because that's the only thing that's kept me on my feet
Ps. I apologize if you hear a thud
My window: my escape, there's help, reminds me I'm in a place where humans live, reminds me to wake up just to regret ever falling asleep
My roommate: the one I don't share rent with, you never paid; the one that pushes me out and packs my bags for me. The one that eats my cereal in the morning so they can have the best start just to come home to their chaos in my room, the one that makes me afraid to be alone with them, they make the walls afraids of hearing a thud, they never pay rent and I want them out.
My curtain:
*closes*
Walls: sorry about the thud
