Lying in my room

[rowens]

An example of something here would be:

Posters fill the olive suede-textured walls,
and books that I like occupy wooden shelves.
My favorite music plays beside my ear,
and I am quick to take its advice.

My closet overflows with my look;
I’ve worked so hard making it mine.
Works of art pinned to a cork-board
hang above my study desk.
On my dresser, my accomplishments
boast my merit and define my pride.
I don’t fucking know me.

That's what came to mind.