Is this an ordinary life? <br />Sitting in your bedroom, <br />With your green carpet, <br />And walls painted with your hopes. <br />The air bleeds your potential like the blood of newly dead. <br />The dim light shines through, <br />Exposing your dreams that lay on the floor in the form of paper and a pen. <br />The music you play, <br />Drowning out the sorrow of life, <br />The sorrow of another day. <br />The whispers float through the walls, <br />Letting you know you're not good enough, <br />Letting you know that whatever you do you will fail at sadly. <br />You're mind wants to get out of this room inot the eyes of the world, <br />But you cant leave this room, <br />After all it does have all of you in it. <br />If the world can tell all of your gifts by looking at your room, <br />Then what dreams, hope, and potential did you save for the rest of the world?<br /><br />Cheyenne Ashley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-bedroom/
