My Room

When I'm painting, my room is a canvas. When I'm reading, my room is a projection. When I'm writing music, my room is a recording studio. When I'm thinking, my room is the box. When I'm happy, my room is a speaker. When I'm sad, my room is a living tomb. When I'm crying, my room records my pain. When I'm working on a storyboard, my room is a cinema screen. When I study or research, my room is a vast library. When I'm lying, my room is a polygraph. When I'm stargazing, my room is an observatory. When I whisper, my room is a cave. But when I'm angry... when I'm angry my room is a prison and insane asylum, meant to restrain me from a world of innocent souls ready to be crushed. When I'm angry the door disappears, and chains hold me back from the bars. When I'm angry, my room locks me up.