Have you ever came home and the only place you felt safe was your room?
But when you walked into your once safe space, everything was moved, and things were stolen.
You knew where everything was, because everything was in a particular way.
Books, and feelings were stacked up straight.
Bears, and memories were all alligned.
Trophies, and accomplishments were set up.
But now, nothing was in it's spot.
Books had been opened and read.
Bears had been pushed away.
Trophies had been broken.
Everything was looked at.
The secrets you once held so tightly to you, were now opened, looked at, and judged.
Your written words had been read.
Invaded.
You had everything open, open to the world.
Your once safe haven was now a hell.
When I look at my books, my feelings, I break down and cry.
It has been touched without love and comfort.
This is my room.
Not yours.
I look around and don't see me.
I don't feel safe, or happy.
Im scared and lonely.
My secrets are no longer secrets.
My thoughts are shared openly.
My body will be viewed whenever.
My once safe room, is now a hell.
And it will never be the same.
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We are all Just Human (Poetry)
PoesíaWe have all felt like an Outsider alone in the world. We destroy our self esteem, and cry ourself to sleep. We have all hurt ourself and others to feel better. We do this all because we are human. And human is all we are going to be.
