I wonder what people can learn of me

From the quiet secrets decorating bedside walls.

Do these paint a portrait of who I am? –

The way my poems portray just how I feel.

I have a name card which I've owned since Year Seven

And simple pictures which I drew aged just eleven.

I have a painting of fairies (done by my own hand)

And photos of kittens – and a notice board:

With opinions cut out from "The Metro"

And photos of friends at a younger age,

And holiday postcards from long-forgotten days.

I have papers and wall hangings and blue tac and pins

I have lists and reminders of my ancient crimes and sins.

I lay here and I wonder just what the world might see

If my bedside walls really depict an image of just who I might be.