the pink room
i found myself in the pink room
i found i was weird
i didn’t care what anyone thought of me
but i also figured im sensitive, too sensitive
i was loud
i made friends in every room
i was the light
i was the sun
the white room dimmed me
it made me rude
my mind was turned against me
i had to get out of my body
get back to the pink room
so i tried
and tried
it never worked
the pink room disappeared with my dad
i was stuck in the white room
i keep trying to paint over the walls
different shades of every color
but nothing works
i’m not the same.
Copyright © ava haynes | Year Posted 2025
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