My Room

Four walls covered in grey

Grey, like the metaphorical cloud over my head

Hovering over me, as I lie in my frameless bed

The bed where I freeze at night due to the unsealed windows

The unsealed windows the neighbors can see right through as they are curtain-less

No curtains to go along with an unhinged door. Is everybody watching me?

They must know what I do behind locked doors between

these four walls covered in grey