The Room

Everyone is gone from this once warm room, They’ve moved on, grown up, but I’m just a damn kid, Because I can never forget what you did, In this once warm room, Where you’re echo still rings, And my mind projects you there in your old spot, Smiling in your superiority, seeing you rot, You used to be everything I wanted to be, Confident, smart, a natural born leader, But I could never fit those shoes it seems, But then again, Apparently neither could you, You spew out hypocrisy, Like you’re reading from a book, You are just a filthy crook, Ignorant to what you took, And now I sit here again, Two years past in this once warm room, Where not only you’re voice echo’s but others, All seemingly laughing in unison, They’re laughing at me, it seems, At the failure they all knew I would be, The voices get louder and louder and louder, And all I can do is scream, In this once warm room, Which in the end has become my tomb.