I walk into my bedroom,
And I finally feel safe.
I feel as though my bottled thoughts are released.
With the stories of my life scattered,
I feel relief.
The stories are the only way my life is represented,
And I can fake my whole reality.
Make people believe nothing is wrong.
My scattered stories mean nothing to people.
They only see words.
I've built a wall around my life,
So people don't know who I am,
Who I'm going to be.
I'm with myself,
Because no one else wants to be with me.
