A poem.....hope you likeeee

Hello everyone, 

I know it has been quite some time since I last posted something and my apologies I have not been able to have a minute to post content. However, this week I am posting a poem of mine that has taken me some time to fix and polish. After 5 times of rewriting it, here is the final outcome. Enjoy..

The Room That Watches

I tap my fingers and twiddle my red hair,
something about this room radiates an uncomfortable air.
I rise from my bed, questioning my presence here,
waiting for the moment I’m overtaken by fear.

The windows are wide open, welcoming strangers,
as they watch and laugh with eyes full of danger.
I long for my old room where warmth and play were always present—
instead, this place is cold and alarmingly unpleasant.

My mother tells me she senses the room’s uncanny premonition,
like my phthalo-painted bed, hungry for my submission.

I sit anxiously in my yellow-stained chair,
its fabric a texture I simply can’t bear.
The pillow torments my crooked spine,
tugging and sliding along my waistline.

With angst, I free myself to find sanctuary in this hell,
though I know this eggshell box won’t hold up well.

I circle back to the rug—the one place that feels safe—
where I begin to plot my grand and sweet escape.
But after hours of moaning and groaning,
I see my mission’s at an end,
for I can never believe this room could be my friend.

So I’ll give in to the night and lie in my bed,
hoping and praying for brighter days ahead.
I’ll close my eyes to let the whole thing slip away,
’cause the truth is: this room’s not bad—
I just make it that way.