The monster of tidy.
The room full of vibrant colors,
Colorful room, puzzle me.

I’m full of dark colors, with nothing that stands out
I’m dark as the night,
Full of mysteries.

My room appears cheerful
But me,
I’m tremendously complicated,
Stress, confuse, lost, overthinking.
That is me,
I’m the girl that keeps everything to myself.

Why you may ask?
The truth is, I don’t know either,
It’s tough to tell everything,
When no one knows my past.

My heart bawl, but no one notice,
I don’t seek attention,
So it remain as it is.

I’m just a helpless turtle,
Cramped in its shell.
Wanting love, wanting attention,
But it’s hard,
When I don’t allow myself to be heard.
Can I be the innocent girl, again?
Will I finally come together as a whole piece?
Can I fly, without any fears with these broken wings?
At the end, Will I spill all the tea?

But,
The answer remain unknown,
For both, you and I.