Her bedroom’s where her real emotions are locked…
It’s only there that they ooze out.
The bedroom’s where she blossoms,
The bedroom’s where the words spill out.
She is who she dreams of being in her bedroom,
Her words in there are real.
She writes and does as she was born to,
Her confidence, she feels.
But when she leaves and shuts the bedroom door,
She shuts away her dream.
She does not take it out with her,
For she fears it is nothing but… a dream.