Four walls under a roof,
This place is sound proof.
No one can hear you no matter how much you scream,
It'll sound like melody or dies down the stream.
A small window which allows the wind to pass through,
And to gaze at the beauty of sky blue.
Taking a walk all alone,
Here's everything is what I own.
Growing up I had so much fun,
That with this happiness I'm done.
This place is small and cozy,
Just sometimes, sometimes I feel lonely.
Oh no! Here no one can be allowed except for me,
No can enter 'coz I got it locked and lost the key.
Sometimes it gets dark and moonlight cannot reach,
But it's okay since I'm used to it.
Dreams were good until I got addicted to sleep,
Now they became nightmarish heap.
Since this place is small,
My wings, I had to tore them all.
This place is warm, burning hot,
With the words that can't be forgot.
"Don't take it personally" they said,
So in my head it piled up instead.
No fears can reach me I'm numb,
Stupid people calls me dumb.
No greed, no pride secluded from society,
No can disturb, I've got my own anxiety.
I can't be bothered to be afraid of shadow,
Sometimes light pierce through like an arrow.
Here I do feel a little vulnerable,
Apart from, this place is so comfortable.
I'm hidden or may be confined,
Somewhere, where no one can find.
Pretending to be happy and kind,
I'm a prisoner of my mind.
°°°hgk...
