In this room, exists

Distraction,

A mirage of Better.

An incessant reminder

that I’m not invited

or enough.

In this room exists

Everyone I hate

Even if they aren’t in this room, their odor is pungent

I am one degree away from being told

of their terribleness

We will always share this room.

In this room, I lust

For places that aren’t here

For success that isn’t mine

For bodies that belong to others.

A lust like a cancer.

In this room,

I stumble in the dark.

I am misguided and misled

I indulge in half truths

My imagination fills in the blanks

with all the worst answers.

Meanwhile, here,

What about this room

A room that is mine

A room that is enviable.

With unsung corners

Free of secrets

Well-lit with adventures

A room where I’m fed

and can feed those whom I trust

In this room

In this room

I exist in this room.