If one day you come up to me and say

that my room is an exact reflection of who I am,

I won’t be surprised even one bit

Though I’d be a little surprised you noticed.

You see, I’ve never seen my mind, I’ve only felt its presence

And if I had to draw a map, it would look so much like my room

Because its walls are plain and simple, except one that is colorful and messy

And on the walls are pictures of people I love, so you know you’re always on my mind;

Though I guess I’ve explained this a million times, but there’s a jungle theme to it

So much beauty in the raw, the untouched; I like to feel close to nature;

My room has symbols of birds in every corner- a shadow, a picture, a nest

It even has Diwali lights to light me up when I feel low;

Some days it’really messy, full of things I can’t let go

On other days, I’ll throw it all out, clean it up

My room has closets and drawers behind which lie thoughts I hardly visit; fears I know are there

But I try to leave the doors open, for anybody who wants to come in

Though, I’ll have to say, my favorite part is the colorful messy wall

It has quotes, cartoons, thoughts, pictures, ideas

It has word I like, tattoo designs, hand puppets, and the lights

It has a bill of the first time I dared to have coffee alone

For the people who are new, the wall is cluttered

Some say it destroys the room’s beauty

But the people who have lasted, when they see the wall,

I know they can see me.