My Room

  There is a place I go when the world doesn't treat me right,      There is a place I dwell, love, and like,                            A place that can cause me no harm,                                No agitation, frustration, and certainly no alarm.            Just me, myself, where I belong.                            In my own little world where I can't be wrong.                    My little sanctuary I go and dwell,                              When life becomes a living hell  I tell my secrets just as it is,    No work, no judgement, no hard quiz,                              A special place that is all me,    I'm there everyday it's clear to see.                                As you get a small hint of my place,                              I'll end this poem bu resting my case.