Post It's Poem by Sam Betts

I'm walking around this this lizard room it's not quite right at all.
It's spins a blizzard shrieking post it's and I can't ignore there call.
There's nothing nice to see here they're piled deep on the floor I tear and shred them from the walls as I'm searching for the door.
So many dwell in here with me we sink but never drown they only shared their thoughts it was me that wrote them down.
I'd like to loose this room the words are so unkind the only way to loose this room will mean I loose my mind.