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.