The walls
They let me paint the walls,
So I called it a home;
never mind the bars
or the fact that
The key was never mine.
They gave me curtains
and called it privacy.
Let me rearrange the furniture
while they locked
every door.
Welcome to my little corner of the world, where thoughts flow like morning coffee. Here, you’ll find fragments of my heart—
The walls
They let me paint the walls,
So I called it a home;
never mind the bars
or the fact that
The key was never mine.
They gave me curtains
and called it privacy.
Let me rearrange the furniture
while they locked
every door.