A New Woman - You were once welcome (stop blaming me)

The same depressing four walls
Your stench of evil that i gave up
Only began because you started the stench of evil
Especially the papers
Rolled in white paper
Keeping its plant full of thousands
Of evil addictive chemicals secure
At the end is poka dot orange paper rolled around
A worthless filter
Yet your sweat is beneath my mattress
The ashtrays are dirty
The curtains wreak of smoke
The carpet where one burnt with a straightener
The stench builds up from the floor
The things you got me
I need to give away
The broken and chipped is skipped
The same depressing four walls
Soon there will be show
A show for me
Not a show off
What kind of woman or girl you think i am Hmmm...
I am a good girl
Full of anxiety and am paranoid
Also depressed
So i chose the bed of my dream
Argos ultimate storage bed
The tv will be up high in specially secured brackets
My cupboards will be solid and pined dark brown
The bed i may get with lights
Or specially add the feature i want
The fan will be lovely
If i can afford i may add the valcony with the housing association permission
As the rent is still on hand i wonder if its over due or not
The laminate i will choose to perfection
Solid dark pine or natural wood of a gorgeous scenary
I saved alot of trees with recyling so i think i done good enough to deserve it
The mattress i will donate after cleaned from your stench
The bed is unscrewed and donated i hope because of the metal
The new mattress is memory foam topper with the underlay so firm and supportive and caring for my back
More than you have ever done
I may have a bell or radio if i have a fit at night
My mommy can care for me like she done all her life
When you left me and walked away she never did
My canvases will be displayed allover my room
I will do a gorgeous design as you think art is stupid and my career is a joke
Even if its not a career yet i hope it shall be and if it never is
I can do it and it will help me save thousands
I may work for a company when i am better
I hope for the condition management programme
Well it finishes with the sofa corner bed, my type writer on a lower shelf
Where this room will be my sanctuary where you were once welcome
Now blame me as an excuse when you were the one who walked away