My MTV Crib

Welcome to my crib

Or more a cave

With clothes on the floor

Books on my chair

The blinds are closed tight

And there's no good source of light

Here I spend my time

Where I waste away my life

It looks fairly sad

But it's honestly not that bad

Because my room may be messy

But it holds my heart

Everything has its place

In this organized chaos

A place to hold a seance 

To connect to my missing joy

Here I am me

Raw and true

With friends oceans away

And stories read aloud for survey

Laughter too loud

Blankets too warm 

Here I’m a kid

With no semblance pain

No past to remember 

No facade to remain

I mismatch my socks

Quietly sing my songs

I write to myself

Search up pictures of frogs

(The ones with the funny font)

To hang on the walls

Because its my room

And I’ll do what I want

I’ll clean the floor later

After this call

Maybe I’ll do laundry

Just so I don't fall

On my way to the desk

Where I am my happiest.