My Space Poem by Arielle Perkins

I found a web site to post my things
to show me freedom and give me wings,
as I typed away all my life
I soon realized I was full of strife.
I had no idea on how to make my space ''cool''
I sat in my chair starring at the screen like a fool
pressing every link to a new site
not knowing if what I was doing was right.
I asked a friend for some help
As I let out a frustrating yelp.
I want my space to be neat
I want it fun and complete!
But the longer it took to organize every bit
the less I wanted to look at it.
I got tired at starring
at the dull backround my space was wearing
I had posted pictures, music and much more
but looking at my space I started to feal bored...
I guess these type of things just arent for me
Ill have more luck if other spaces Id choose to see.