boo monalouge

I wish, that I could’ve played outside like all other kids, and play hide and seek, swing on ropes and run around. I hate my dad he took away my life, my friends and my freedom. Why did he do that? Lock me up in here, this boring dirty old room. The walls are grey that looks like that of a jail cell or as if they had been the walls to a heavy smokers living room. The only light gives out dim yellow cloud and a horrible persistent buzz, but it isn’t even working right now. It has a cone shaped shade that used to be a brilliant white but is now the same grey as the walls. The only decent thing about this room is this window. I mean there’s nothing here just my bed, stool and mirror, but the mirror must have cracked ages ago this stool really gives me a bottom ache and my bed’s all lumpy and dirty. I wonder when the sheets were last washed or replaced, that must have been at least two months ago.
I remember that Ben had a really nice room with a comfortable soft bed; bouncy chai...