The smell of old books,
Daylight' s sunbeams,
Hiding inside little nooks,
Whilst eating peaches and cream.
Watching the dust
And the world's flow,
In the calmness I trust.
Here, I don't have to take a blow.
My soft, safe bed.
The place I can't be hurt,
Where I rest my head,
Where I can't be kicked into the dirt.
A blanket, comfy and warm.
A pillow, to hold my tears.
In this place, I don't hear their storm.
I can hide, give up three cheers.
No more bullies to beat me blue,
No more of their hate,
None of my mother's too.
For these reasons, hiding here is great.
