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Room Poem
It’s quieter in my room
There’s no one to bother me
It’s just me and my Cds
Playing whatever they want
Away from judgement
It’s peaceful in my room
I wish people would listen,
Give me a chance to explain
But they just talk over it
Drown out the music
It’s easier in my room
I can be whoever I want
A singer, rapper, dancer
Who knows? It’s only me
Hidden from the world
It’s lonely in my room
I can hear the kids outside
Why didn’t they invite me?
I keep the shades drawn,
The light still shines through
It’s boring in my room
Just wait outside while I
Try to cover the walls
Cover the posters
Cover the books
Cover the parts of me
I refuse to show
It was fun in my room
I welcomed them in
Showed every poster
Played them my best songs
Showed them every piece of me
It was cool in my room
But they didn’t like it
They told me I’d be better off
If my room was just white
A blank canvas
For them to draw on
So it looked
The way they wanted
It’s closed, my room
And it will never open again
Not now that I’ve realized
My room is better off
With just me in it
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I've found I still have the innocent little kid side of me who thinks everyone will like whatever I like and they'll want to know about it too. I used to get so excited to show my friends around my room. I worked hard on making my room have a certain vibe too it and I figured people would appreciate it also. But everyone always got caught on the details instead of appreciating the whole room.
"Are you seriously this obsessed?"
"I still can't figure out why you like this."
My room is my canvas. And I'm proud of it.
I feel with every poster I've put up, I've painted a piece of my heart onto those walls.