My Little World
The place where I belong
Blue like a sky without the clouds
A place where my feelings are not judged
Happiness, sadness, or loneliness
The place where I could be myself
Let my hair down, no makeup on
Wear sweat pants
and long t-shirts
I miss the day
I sat on the bed
looked around my little world
North, South, East and West
The vast walls standing in each corner of the room
A blue roof on top kept me secure
The corner of my bed
filled with books of scary knowledge
When the door was open,
The little sweet breeze felt frozen
Even though I couldn’t see, but I could
Feel it, smell it and taste it
That’s the place where I belong
It’s as deep as an ocean without drowning
The worries of the day melted into peace
That’s the way I like it, no noise, no sound
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