My Head, My Mess, My Room Poem by Vincent Vinny_vi

My head is a mess that even if I clean it gets way more messier in seconds.

My room represents it

A messy cramped little old and destroyed place


People may think I live in bad conditions

Maybe?


Do I care?

Not sure.

Maybe I should disappear so it can finally rest from hearing all the crying

A place where all secrets hide along the fears


A place that scares me but I seem not able to leave for more that I Would want to or I Wouldn't want to

A place with music and art followed by stolen books and written books since kiddo

Two single CD's which fights against the tiny place

Instruments around like if they were to be normal things

Maybe I should clean this place



It's my mess
A place that represents a tiny bit of my craziness

A place that I'll destroy along my head

A place where I can stare at the ceiling of it and think or paint walls before cleaning them


A place that holds my fears and secrets

A place where there is to seek through everything and everyone
A place where everything means something

A place where craziness is perfect

A place that haves my fears
A place I would want to leave but seem not able to

Even if I wouldn't want to leave

A place that I'll eventually learn how to control and love

A place where walls can hear everything even sobs or soft whispers