Between the pink walls and cluttered posters <br />There lies something more than a little deeper <br />Hiding in the childish regressions and teenage expressions <br />Is escapism and repressed forbidden escapism <br /> <br />Through scattered make up and glaring mirrors <br />Is a vague attempt at personal judgement, censorship <br />That struggles daily against the leaking narcissi <br />Days of hatred, days of vanity <br /> <br />Soft toys and dolls form the comforting childishness <br />Masked behind attempts at sexuality <br />The pin up posters of forbidden genders <br />Pretending as we do, to be art <br /> <br />Behind all the colours not all that dwells <br />Is cheerful in my mutant fairy otherworld <br />Extend your mind past the illusion for <br />This is that little bit more sinister <br /> <br />The loud chanting metal riffs and long rusted blades <br />Reminiscence still traceable of past obsessions <br />Addictions long exchanged for peace of mind <br />Long exchanged with someone else’s <br /> <br />From the outside looking in, its just shambled colours <br />Sparkles, wings and blasting metal anger <br />I realise my room seems to haunt at concepts <br />Of 12 year old lesbians, emo vomiting sprinkles. <br /> <br />In this mixed up teenage stage of drama <br />Of lip-gloss perfection and the last tampon left <br />This is what I made my room and in a way myself <br />As I conquest to discover what I am.<br /><br />Saz Fairy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vomit-sprinkles/
