My Room

I look at my room
and nothing is me
from the ceiling to the floor
in fact once you walk through the door

the wallpaper is colored
and so very full of life
if it was up to me
my room would be black and white

my desk is so fancy
so big and so nice
it makes my room cold
like a big block of ice

nothing can be changed
for this is my life
never this great
because its all a big lie

if you look under my bed
or in hidden places
its like looking under my skin
nothing you find makes you grin

everything about me is hidden
nothing in plain site
only because in my life
nothing has ever been right

I’ve tried to hide my feelings
like I try and hide my stuff
no one would ever have to know
it cant be that ruff