The room of things,
The room of me,
Where I’m locked away,
You won’t see me,
You won’t hear me,
You won’t even notice my absence,
Filled with stories and art,
Becoming one with the room,
No I won’t go out to play,
No just leave me alone and go away,
The room is where I hide,
The room is where reality and illusions collide,
Don’t you see the dark inside,
Run,
Now you hide,
Don’t let it mess with your mind,
It’s hypnotizing.
Barton Hills Elementary
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