Inking vacuum

*Title this poem*

This place we call earth

this haven we call home-

does not feel the same anymore...

The bed

 of assurance ,now tattered and torn-spits out wires

piercing into every inch of my stolen skin,poking me more as i grow

those pure white curtains 

of safety-once how efficiently the sun's rays would they shield

now they have come loose,fallen onto the floor-used too long

the floor

once so reliable and strong,

now might break,get away from beneath my feet

 The door

with it's million locks-now beaten and broken

leaves me with nothing to mow the lawn of my innocence and oblivion with

This place-it feels like someone else owns it now

someone i sold it to

someone who called my curtains weak and pulled them down

someone who complained about the dark and kicked open the door-

burning me to ashes in the rays that made their way in.

someone who tore the pink bed sheets saying that they were too exposed

someone who choked me by my neck and blocked my mind by my nose

grabbed my hand

and pushed me into this-

this room that was once a place i used to call home

a place of which-i was the creator

a place i had my whole own world in

But now i had sold it

given the keys away,handed my strings to someone else to grip

someone who pushed me back into this place i did not want to be in

a place i would die in-rot crying in

forced me to breathe the toxic air of standards

NOW

i see those curtains fallen

on a floor that's broken

the door detached from 

a ceiling that's leaking

the bed tattered and torn

and realise

that the only hands that had touched them were MINE

"then how is it?"i ask myself

"how is it that this place i once called home feels like prison?!"

when a voice whispers

"darling...you let society get in."

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A/n:hey guys!Kaleidoscopic ink is up and working again.

i hope you enjoyed his poem.There is a lot of symbolism in it and by that i mean A LOOOOTTTT!

You can suggest a title in my comments

i did not want to ruin the fun by explaining the poem so well i leave it up to you to find the hidden meanings.if you still want to know-you can ask me in my comments.i will tell you just the essence since i am planning on writing another chapter sometime just explaining the symbolism since EVERY line has something.I suck at non verse poetry(you can see that)...however i really wanted to write this.

The main message i wanted to give to everyone was that we should not change ourselves because of what other people say.we should be comfortable in our owns skin and not change what makes us-well.... US!always be who you are,there is no need to kill your originality for someone else.

We all like an original better than a duplicate!