My Room

 alone sit
          in
             my
                  room.

			I make all the rules,
			I do what I want,
                   n o t  what someone else tells me to do.

			In my room there is no such thing as
                                                  ugly
                         no one to tease me,         just
                                                                        me.

                        there are no worlds of
                                           slavery
                                                      and
                                           hunger
                                                      and
                                           death.

           The world spins the way I want it to.

                In my room time is precious,
                                 not
                       something to waste.
  
                       In my room life is perfect.
       But I know there is no such thing  as
                                     no
                                  deaths,
                                      or
                                  hunger,
                                      or
                                  slavery.
 
                        And I know things will not always go the
                                                       way I want them to.

                               As I put my hand on the
                                           doorknob, 

                    I close my eyes, and take a deep breath.

                                   For I know the  real world
                                            is out there.
            
                           And my room is just a 
                   
                   
                                                                  dream.
-Paul L-