My Room

My room is a haven from all the responsibilities of the real world. I go to my room to sleep, dream, study, finish homework, immerse myself in fictional characters portrayed through literature and movies, and surround myself in my own thoughts. I am myself in my room, as my personality is splattered across the walls in posters, agendas, photographs and memorabilia I have collected over the years. I am able to do whatever I want, until I am asked to come out into the rest of the house, and do chores, clean, or whatever my parents say. I can laugh freely in my room, but I can also be alone and let all my frustration out. I can cry like a newborn baby and be alone with my feelings and thoughts about stuff I would never tell anyone. I can be alone, but I can also be isolated - when my parents are mad at me, when nothing is going right, when all I need in the world is a friend My room is my friend. It's always there to provide a bed to lie on, to sleep away all my problems, and it's always there to lock myself up in with movies and comfort food, to study, and do homework when my grades are slipping My room is a refuge My room is a mess. I clean and clean it daily, but everyday my room gets filled with the clutter from my life. I am able to have privacy and peace and quiet, and yet, My room is where all family members gravitate to My room is bright, cheerful, relaxing My room is my life summed up in one, And even without all my belongings, I could manage to make it my own. I am grateful to have not only a roof over my head, but a room to myself. In my room, I have not grown or changed as a person, as my photographs capture timeless memories and surround the dresser drawers. My room is freedom to do whatever I please. My room is a dream I dream of coming back to my room - my cocoon- after school has ended. My room is me it's crazy and interchangeable, but it can't be anyone else's. My room is a haven.