A soft, loving heart, protected by sheilds, a wooden chest, in my room.
Easier then you think to get in, to know and care,
To love and laugh, in my room.
Prehaps on my own, prehaps with my friends,
Prehaps with family. Should I know?
It depends on my emotion.
My room can be gigantic, when I'm wild and free,
It can be minature, when I want to,
curl up and be protected.
It's my sanctuary, my home,
Somewhere to go when I am hurt.
Four huge, white walls,
waiting to be painted.
ME.
