My Thoughts On Paper

Fifty-Eighth Poem: In My Bedroom

  People say 

Home is where the heart is 

Then I guess 

My home is my bedroom 

In my bedroom 

I am not criticized 

I am not judged 

It is only me, my thoughts, and I 

For out in the world 

We are glued to our phones 

We are glued to whatever device is in our hands 

We run into walls 

We never see what is in front of us 

We open closed doors 

We are not who we pictured ourselves to be in ten years 

For each passing year, we are slowly 

 Slowly 

Ruining our own race 

You would think that after so many years 

We would have figured out everything we need to 

We would not fight 

We would not yell 

Or scream 

For I think we are going downhill 

So I will stay here In my bedroom 

The door closed 

And the window shut 

For in my bedroom 

I am safe 

I am me 

I am kept away from all bad things 

I am not judged 

I am free