Waking up in the morning,
To falling asleep at night,
To the darkest that surrounds me,
To the point that its too bright.
Music soaring in one room,
A figure laying across a bed,
Being alone,
No troubles,
Seeming to be dead.
Keeping to myself,
Writing,
More than a single poem.
Accepting my mind
as my only home.
I'm alone and i love it!
Its the only place to be free,
The place i can spill my feelings,
The place i can be me.
Danie Babcock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-me-5/
