In My Room
By staying in my creepy dark room I can lurk through the blinds
It is funny no one can see me that is why I can find,
Others outside that are not aware that I blog all day in my room
I wish I could fly at night on my wicked broom,
Staying hidden keeps me from being asked
About all the questions I avoid because it is such a task,
I sit on my bed and smoke my cigarettes while I think of what to post or write,
Being so hid from the world makes it easy because I am so hid out of site,
In my room is the world I know and love
I been doing it for so long I feel like I am surrounded by a secure glove.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
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