Locked in a room
dusty and cluttered,
too purple and blue
to suit her tastes.
she feels like a child
anytime she is
in that room.
everything is white
plain white
boring white
PERFECT white.
it makes her sick.
nothing is perfect
especially her,
shes dirty
not clean.
a failure
to herself
and now
her parents too.
what does it take?
does she have
to please the world?
will anyone at all
accept her?
no, wait
she doesnt want that.
shes gonna rebell.
look what youve done.
hurt
alone
broken
in this room.
