The space in which
one spends their nights
And much of their free time
Is the space which never tells a lie.
That space
Shows their true face.
The real colors and shapes
Behind the makeup and wardrobe of the stage.
Everyone's space changes
Many times over years.
Especially mine.
One thing though
One thing stayed the same.
The chaos.
The utter uncertainty.
The lack of decision,
And inability to stick to anything.
The unfinished paint.
The uncoordinated bookshelves
And cross genre CD albums.
The unpleasant scrawls on the whiteboard.
the spattered colors smeared along the walls like blood stains.
i can't hide the true me anymore
once you step foot into my teenage bedroom.