The Present You Bought Me.

Every room you go in,
can improve your traits. 
Transform, then shift to find yourself again thanks to the people and papers. 
 Encounter the sun on morning dewy grass as you walk back and ponder, such value you hold being everyone’s dearest.  
So many to love, so much to learn.
No longer do you look at yourself in despair. 

Or rather walk in at the same room again but not once do you care.
They’re all the same, dull and copies who are under the influence. Exhaustion is forbidden here, 
Crippled, the days become chores. 
There I am again in constant confusion as to why wheezing Heather other there is thriving. Yet again, Im not alone.  
Why romanticise such a life? 
Nothing will move me. Not here, not now.