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.
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 5:22 PM UTC
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.
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