Lying in my room

[Humbert]

Posters fill the olive suede-textured walls,
and books that I like occupy wooden shelves.
My favorite music plays right beside my ear,
and I am quick to take its advice.
My closet overflows with my very own look;
I’ve worked so hard to make it mine.
Works of art (my favorites!)
are pinned to a cork-board that hangs
above my study desk.
Upon my dresser, my accomplishments
boast my merit and define my pride.
I don’t fucking know me.