In this living room

In the silence of my room, the chaos starts to bloom,

Where shadows dance with memories, hidden in the gloom.

I scrub the living room, shine those polished floors,

Hiding all the mess where no one ever explores.

It's easy to pretend, when smiles become the norm,

But inside of me, a tempest brews, a restless storm.

I light a candle, let the fragrance soothe my mind,

But there's clutter on my heart, the kind that’s hard to find.

So I clean up the spaces, where the world can see,

But my room's a wreck, just like the thoughts in me.

Behind closed doors, I'm a ghost in my own skin,

Masking all the emotions, but the battle rages within.

Dust bunnies in the corners, crumpled dreams unfold,

Like the stories that I never dared to tell or hold.

I throw away the trash from yesterday's regret,

But when it comes to feelings, it’s a mess I can’t forget.

Mirror’s reflecting smiles, but I feel so out of place,

While I tidy up the surface, I neglect my own space.

So I clean up the spaces, where the world can see,

But my room's a wreck, just like the thoughts in me.

Behind closed doors, I'm a ghost in my own skin,

Masking all the emotions, but the battle rages within.

And maybe one day I’ll brave the storm inside,

Face the clutter, pull the curtains, let the light reside.

As I wipe the dust from memories long past,

I’ll gather strength to clean my mind, make this moment last.

So I clean up the spaces, where the world can see,

But my room's a wreck, just like the thoughts in me.

Behind closed doors, I'm a ghost in my own skin,

Masking all the emotions, but the battle rages within.

So here’s to all the rooms where silence seems confined,

Let’s open up the windows, let our hearts unwind.

For the mess we keep hidden, we can start to redefine,

Cleaning up our living rooms, and the chaos in our minds.