Colored Walls

It's ticking away
In red lines
On my Whinnie the Pooh alarm clock.
Something dear to me next to it.
Everything in this room is driving me crazy.
All reminding me of who I am.
Even these periods I can't stand.
I know I should be asleep right now
But I can still hear the foot steps up stairs.
The night light refusing to turn on
It's not dark enough for it.
My umbrella from two days ago
Sitting open in the corner.
It blocks my access to my bulcky dresser
Which I filled with everything but the kitchen sink
And clothes.
Then there's the window.
Making escaping so easy to do
But never bringing myself too close.
Open and run
Nothing as simple.
Run, faster, faster, faster
Away from all these things
That define who I am.
From the pink and purple monkeys on my bed,
To my hammy down mirrors.
From the new backpack i got at the beganning of the year
And still haven't used because I'm afraid I'll look weird
To the stacks of art supplies in my closet
Next to my too small pants that I still strive to fit in to.
From the stacks of books that cover my floor,
half of which I haven't even read
To the glasses on my bathroom sink
That make me look smarter when I don't have the brain to match.
From this very laptop on my lap
To the cell phone laying next to it.
I'll push the save button
And hope it works in more ways than one.