in my room

Sometimes when I sit in my room I feel big

To big to fit into these walls

And I’m not talking about my body

I’m talking about my heart and my soul

My thoughts seem to big for this tiny room

Sometimes when I sit in my room I feel small

I look up at the ceiling and it feels far away

Like I’m trapped in an empty ballroom

I can hear the echo of my voice

Filling the void of this room