No adhesive sticks to my wallpaper.
None.

I spent hours collecting aesthetic pictures
Searching books for my favourite quotations
Typing them down and printing them out
Cutting them to pieces and
framing them to perfection
Collecting my old polaroids and butterflies
Shopping  for attractive vines and lights
Searching out the ideas and picking out the best
Done.

One by one, I taped the beauties up
Step by step, I filled up the whole wall
Piece by piece, I taped the pictures
It looked beautiful.

But when the **** came down,
it didn't come in steps or pieces
When the **** came down,
The **** came down.

All the scattered mess in front of me
Mocking me of my hope and expectations
laughing at my naive ideas and plans
The tangled wires of my defeated dreams
The wilted quotations quoting my motivations
Fallen polaroids depicting the damaged past

All the scattered mess in front of me
And I didn't pick it up for
I too was somewhere in there
Fallen, defeated, wilted, withered mess
I didn't blame the wall for
It too was struggling not to fall

That's what my room has become.
A tired mess mirroring my being.