My room is a museum  

So Let me give you a tour 

When you walk in you will see 

a big pile of dirty clothes 

Right next to my bed 

there is a bunch of orange peels 

Right next to the door you will find the unfinished painting

I started when I was happier 

On my stand is where you will find

the bowl of cereal from last week

I wish my mother could understand 

I want to pick them up 

Maybe even sort them and put them into the washing machine 

I wish I could dump out the bowl of moldy cereal 

Maybe even wash the dish and put it into place

But I am a puppet to my own desires 

Hoping for a different day has become my one and only wish 

A day I’m afraid may never come

A Day where I finally pick up the orange peals and throw them away

Maybe even take out the trash

But yet again I will let myself down just like the day before  

How did I get here? 

I don’t know who I am anymore 

How did everything change so fast?

I’ve been looking at my life from the passenger seat 

I don’t know who’s been driving the car

I think its the same shadows and ghosts from the past 

But I could have sworn I attended a funeral

I thought I buried them a long time ago 

I even remember having an open casket 

But they are not 6 feet deep where I left them 

Instead, they right here with me

Maybe they crawled in through my bedroom window 

But it could only have been me who left it open 

Maybe I’m the one who let them in 

I think I am haunting my own home 

I am back sitting in the dark pit

But This is not unfamiliar 

I remember this place, I have been here many times 

And I have made out it before 

And I will do it again

Even if I have to use my bare hands to crawl out 

After all, I am a warrior 

I have plenty of battle scars 

And one day I will tell the stories of how I made it out 

And maybe even craft it into beautiful poems 

But first I must survive it

So maybe the dirty room can wait a little bit longer

I will clean it up

But not today.