My Legacy

When my time comes, this is what will hold my memory.

My thoughts, my mind

and my entire personality

are painted across my bedroom floor.

the eyeliners and lipsticks

that make up my mask

are spilled and scattered

upon the carpet

staining it's perfect white

hues of black, brown and red.

 

The clothes that are my second skin

are all out for display,

as if my floor were a catwalk.

this seasons animal prints

last seasons goth.

the trending skinny jeans

the glamorous scarves and

the sexy lingerie.

 

More pages than an encyclopedia-

that is my diary

the pages torn and thrown about.

you can see my teenage angst

in song lyrics

How I have grown through

writing poetry.

sketches and artwork,

collages from cut up magazines-

all in all my soul.

 

but wait! there's more...

Gum wrappers, fast-food bags

coffee cups and shoe boxes

are all a part of my legacy.

but my mom just calls it trash,

says it's a mess,

and tells me to clean my room.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think. Thank You :)

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Aww, just say to her in a fake english voice "but dahling, it's art." :)