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