"Safe room"
There is a part of my mind
I go to to feel sane
I call it my SAFE ROOM
this room is for me and me alone
I keep its door locked
every other door may be open but this door is not.
and anytime I enter,there is a pool of liquids either tears blood or sweat from resentment
I barricaded the room so my feelings wont escape
I soundproof it so others won't hear me scream.
My positive keep knocking
Their worry disturbs my focus
I tell them to leave me alone
I chose this, I do this to express my fears.
But this all started when fear came into my mind and I let him in
I treated him like a guest hoping he would leave but he settled in.
He's still there looking and searching for new ways to torment me
He's procreating by draining me
and feeding himself.
My safe room isn't working
I built it to stay away from him
But I guess that's his favorite place to be.
-soulpoet-
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