Paper scattered on the floor.

A cup from which I savored

the addicting coffee.

Bed undone,

few chocolate wrappers lay around.

Books, paperclips,

pencils and pens

messed up.

I never really liked an all-groomed room.

Coz fixing it won't do

I'll mess it up anyway.

But now…

I'll clean my room,

I'll pick up every trash,

I'll fix up every mess.

I just want my dad back.

I want him to see

that I've cleaned up my room...

Just like how he wanted.