I'm stuck in a room with one spiny chair that squeaks,
When the chair makes it's shrill cry when I spin around,
I ignore it, I keep spinning, until I'm dizzy and can't see,
I think of an escape, something I can finally ignore.
I'm addled, lost and confused pretty much about me,
I can't figure me out, so when people say they know me,
I can't see how that can fully be, I'm disoriented- mentally,
I'm confused like and unzipped jacket in my closet.
I'm picking at the bracelets hugged around my wrists,
Why do I even wear these things? I don't even know,
My room is spotless, cleaned and elegantly organized,
People say, my room is me, but I am far from organized.
Pictures stapled everywhere on all four of my bedroom walls,
Posters of celebrities, and hero's, people I want to meet,
A window, left open so that nature can sneak in after hours,
Almost like it's forbidden; forbidden nature in Rys's eyes.
