Secure within my four walls
Avoiding footsteps in the hall
My private world comes alive
I pen the words that I contrive
Stretched out across these pages
Spread forty-five years of my life stages
Brought together in words of rhyme
Loosened from this memory of mine
Some from loves that have scarred my heart
Some from solitude from being apart
Some from happiness that I've known
Mostly from others and what they've shown
In my secluded room of words
I see my visions and hear what I've heard
Hidden between covers for all to see
Still no one really knows the real me
