The Fortress of Doom, My Room

My sanctuary

With the walls
and all the clothes strewn
not just on the floor
or the bed
but everywhere else instead

with walls and wires
clothing and such attire
and crumbs and ants
and shirts and pants

that is my room
no matter where I go
it always looks different
but always feels the same

doesn't matter how much
i think it's tidy
everyone else always sees a mess

and even if my socks
always seem to be hiding
I always seem to get dressed

and even if cans
of soda pop
always congregate by my bed

There still is room
on the dresser top
I always say to myself in my head

Now I know you think
my room may stink
and needs to be cleared of trash

I always seem
to keep track of it all
and even find some cash

my room is a mess
and im not the best
of keeping this these opinions
off my chest

but I like my room
I don't need a broom
and it's not going to change
anytime soon


that is my room
that's how it will stay
from every house
and every day

My room <3