Constantly changing as I grow;

sometimes changing fast and other times very slow.

New pictures, different bed sheets, more clothes,anything my mother will allow;

each minor detail leading up to who I am now.

It used to be filled with toys;

now, posters of boys.

The hot pink painted walls are gone;

while the blue-gray paint was just put on.

The princess alarm clock was given away;

because “It’s easier to just use your phone,” they say.

It used to be a place for anyone;

now, it’s an escape from everyone.

It’s a place to go when my social battery runs out;

or when I feel like I need to shout.

It’s a haven for all my cries;

when I couldn’t bear the idea of anyone seeing my eyes.

It’s a place where I can hear a thought;

and most of the time, there’s a lot.

It’s a place that holds all my hopes and dreams;

reminding me to keep working no matter how hard it seems.

To everyone else, it’s simply four walls in a house;

no more significant than a small mouse.

But those four walls tell a story;

about all of my misery and all of my glory.

Kaley Martin

Age 13, Grade 8

Trexler Middle School

Allentown School District