If you want to know how I'm feeling
You only have to do one thing.
Just look around my room, floor to ceiling.
When I feel put together
And things are going great
You can tell.
When I'm falling apart
And my mind is full of clutter
You can tell.
The trash on the floor
Representing things I can't let go.
The healthiness of my plants--
In my mind, with them I grow.
If you walk into my room
And I'm surrounded by mess,
I'm not embarrassed because
You'll think I'm messy
I'm ashamed because
What's on my mind shows.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThat are probably terrible---------- By reading this, you are glimpsing into my very soul. It's messy. It's emotional. It's my thoughts and feelings poured out on a screen. This is me. Highest ranking #10 in poetry
