confusion????????????

I look around my room, walls painted with blue colours. I happen to think for a while. Am I trapped inside a room or room inside me? I decide the colors, different posters, and the pictures to be pasted on my wall. At which angle should I hang the calendar? In addition, where is the best place to hang my family photographs? I decide the whole thing. So do u think I am captived or detained in the room? No never, I rule this entire room. A human inside me boasts on…
However, who am I outside the room? No one recognizes. Why am I always treated as the inferior sex? Hey woman u wont worth doing that? These walls of the room has ever protected me from the suspicious and envy eyes of the rest of the world. And I don’t , I still don’t have my own identity outside this room. So how can I say I rule over the room when this wall has decided my future. How can i????
I think I am under the control of my room