This is my book of poetry that I hope to eventually publish with photos. |
| I yelled and screamed, I kicked and shoved, But the door wouldn't open, To the world above. The room I had built, All around myself. But I need someone to help me, Get rid of the guilt. My heart begins to beat, I hear the sound of feet. The door opens wide, And there's my mom standing outside. She freed me from this room, This room I had built, All around myself. She helped me get rid of the guilt. |