My room

When I'm in my room
I feel different
But not in a bad way
I feel different from all the versions of myself
That you may perceive me as
When you think I'm rude
When you think I'm mean
But you don't know what's going on in my head
I feel different from the version of myself
That I am ok with sharing with the world
I am not my social media
I am just me
Living
Breathing
Like everybody else does
But you don't see that
And that's ok

Sometimes we don't realize
How important it is to get out of our head
And look at the whole picture
We forget our values
We forget we are not so different
When I'm not here
I don't want to say
"I was pretty"
Or how many times I did the same mistake
I want to say
I was there
I lived and not just in my room

Not in my room
Not in my room
Not in my room
Not in my room

Not in my room
I feel alive
Not in my room
I feel alright
I can not help but wonder why
This couldn't be our chance to fly

Not in my room
I feel alive
Not in my room
I can not lie
When I am writting I am blind
Sometimes I can't afford to like
The world outside my room