Always had my own room.
Only me, my dog, and cat.
Always just us, no one else.
Wasn't on display.
Was able to express myself
creating, building, drawings
all over the walls, let the creative in
Wasn't on display.
Now I have no room
no space to myself, everyone walks by
Though I have a place to call home.
Am I being fair?
Just tired of not being able to show
show my true emotion.. ever.
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Author:
Spyrolove (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My whole life until 4 months ago, I ALWAYS HAD MY OWN ROOM!!! where I can put up posters, pictures, create what I want... I always was in my room with the door closed, and had my animals in with me. No one ever came in.. well it was once every 3 weeks maybe 4 that my mom would come in for a minute other than that I came out, same as when I lived with my dad and grandma.. I was called out, no one came in because that was my space... Now I sleep in a living room, where I share almost everything with the father of my child. I don't mind but in the same sense.... I want my own space, I want to be alone for hours at a time.. just sucks because I can never be anything but okay..
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