My Room Never Changed

Weekly Diary Entry #2

It stayed exactly how you made it;

The way you created it when I was a child,

The way you saw me—or wanted to see me.

So overwhelming, so childish,

So bright, so distant.

Bubbly is what you would say.

I didn’t even feel my own room, my space;

Sure, I could be inside and not see it—

I could escape within—

But I never had something,

Something that looked like me.

Nothing was ever mine.