K's room is too hot,
W's room is too cold,
A's room is too smelly,
M's room is too beige.
nothing is right.

i feel like i don't belong here
the totem pole is turning from
candy red to blood crimson
i am tired.
sunshine yellow to disease ocre
i am sick.
ocean blue to empty cerulean
faces of guardians turning
to demons, splintering
i am DEAD.

i am not myself
here.