The Room
I have a room
One inside my head
That no one else can see.
The room is filled ith shelves,
Shelves packed with books
Not all the books are written
But each day a new page is filled
SOme books are hidden deep-
forgotten
Some I can't forge, and may
regret
Some happy, some sad
I am not the author,
I am only the main character
These books, they are my
memories
Fiction added as well
For I can't forget the dreams I have
To fill some pages in each book-
On the shelves-
In the room- inside my head
that only I- can see.