Abandoned Bedroom Poem

For school, I was required to write a poem using noticeable objects around my room. 

She was a big reader, says the overflowing Statue of Liberty sized bookcase; a huge Potterhead too, say the millions of Harry Potter items scurrying around like a hungry colony of ants; and she was very creative and artistic, say all her displayed art pieces, covering every inch of her bright pink walls; she also still had a 5 year old inside of her, say all the blindingly bright stuffed animals, their gaze following your every move.

She was a very lazy slug, says the extremely messy and unmade bed (with a slight resemblance of a drift of pig’s pen); incredibly unorganized too, say the million paper mountains, threatening to collapse with one small gust of wind; and she was very spoiled, says her Eiffel Tower tall heap of clothes; she was also a procrastinator, say the trillions of horrifying, unfinished, and untouched crafts and drawings, each with different personalities and backstories.

She was often stressed, say her gallon filled drawers, full of stress relievers and fidget toys; fascinated by rocks too, says her massive rock collection, taking up enough space that a Disneyland park could fit on the coverage; and also a secret keep, say her dozens of locked notebooks and pencil cases, each keeping their huge mouth shut to prevent their heads getting whipped off; but never full, say the thousands of snack/candy packages, constantly calling their next victim's name in a singsongy voice - I don’t understand how she ever survived here.