On Display.. Bring back my safe place

Spyrolove

Always had my own room.

Only me, my dog, and cat.

Always just us, no one else.

Wasn't on display.

Was able to express myself 

creating, building, drawings

all over the walls, let the creative in

Wasn't on display.

Now I have no room

no space to myself, everyone walks by

Though I have a place to call home.

Am I being fair?

Just tired of not being able to show 

show my true emotion.. ever.

 

  • Author: Spyrolove (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2017 00:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: My whole life until 4 months ago, I ALWAYS HAD MY OWN ROOM!!! where I can put up posters, pictures, create what I want... I always was in my room with the door closed, and had my animals in with me. No one ever came in.. well it was once every 3 weeks maybe 4 that my mom would come in for a minute other than that I came out, same as when I lived with my dad and grandma.. I was called out, no one came in because that was my space... Now I sleep in a living room, where I share almost everything with the father of my child. I don't mind but in the same sense.... I want my own space, I want to be alone for hours at a time.. just sucks because I can never be anything but okay..
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