Haunted by the ghost
of the girl who once lived there,
The Room was a graveyard
of her bottomless despair.
The Room once kept her alive.
She couldn’t let them see her secrets;
she must survive.
What kind of mental illness
allows fear of a room inspection
to be the only mechanism
stopping your forever stillness?
Dozens of toys, games, books,
makeup, sprays, clothes, hair products,
Or all just useless crap
meant to make up for parental outlooks.
Young girls dream
of feeling accepted,
while society schemes
selling solutions to all of her
anxieties and depressions.