Denying Jupiter

In beds, sprawled after misunderstood days
Partaking the night with tears mingling with hairspray in colored hair
Posters line the walls shouting detachment
Thinking deeply about every possibility, feeling guilty, afraid, lonely again
Their rooms filled with noise: music notes, drama, comedy, and documentation
Even whispers to pets, and stuffed, lifelong friends don't go unheard
Some have blankets, others just covers
In beds, some shared, some alone, there's no acceptance of something else
Jupiter spins undaunted by it's status of not being, and not existing, if not in your room.