changing seasons

I have had so many friends.

Some may say I am lucky

to be surrounded by huge groups.

Always having someone to talk to.

I agree.

I am lucky to have all these people.

I shut down a lot

I don’t know why I do it.

I can’t control it,

but for some reason

the voice inside my head

says it is because I am

attention seeking.

I know I am not.

pink walls plastered

with thick sheets of paper.

tapestries hung by

tiny sharp nails.

shelves stacked with

meaningless old trinkets.

sparkles of light adding