My room

I sit in my room
Late at nihgt
Thinking about my life
Going over my wrongs and rights
I look to the ground
And get lost in the blue carpet sea
Thats caught all my trash and mess ups
With made up dance moves for the dancer i want to be
Then I look at the ceiling
And realize thats where my dreams stop
Where they hit and fall apart
Thats why I never get to the top
As I look around me
I see the four walls
That absorb my screaming
When my life goes through its dips and falls
I lay on my bed
And recongize the tear stains
That were caused by my life
And all the memories it contains
I glance at my door
Seeing the finger nad shoe mark
From the time I slamed the door
When my family would start to bark
Realizing then that my room is a lot more
Then just a place to run into
It's a room to let go
When I dont know what to do
Having a place to go
To express myself with no one there
Is like the best gift ever
When I dont want to give my feelings to share

by HoldingOnForNow
posted on 06/27/2008