my room

my room is a mess

toys are innocence and wonder
mounds of clothes are an identity uncertain
dirty laundry has it's place
makeup is my glamour
a riding crop and a nudy book are sexual desire
a tent for security
a single sized air mattress is a temporary state of solitude
this large desk and computer is my true window
strewn mail is my responsibility
junk all over the floor is my mind overstimulated
2 doors increase the chances of letting someone in
but the blinds are always closed on the window my room came with
i stay hidden
in my messy room

when will it be neat?
when i am somewhere else for good