My Room, Where Is It?

I want to be tucked in at night,

in a room where the bugs don ́t bite.

A room as bright as laughter and joy,

a place where anyone is allowed in.

My sanctuary, my cocoon, my burrow.

What a dream.

Why am I here?

Why am I stuck living up to your expectations

Why am I silent?

I'm suffocating in this seclusion of a room.

The room you take me to,

a place where I can ́t escape your grasp.

Full of paintings of mixed feelings,

whether I should love you or resent you.

The peeling of the rooms paint, holes in the walls

are the bruises you left, the trauma you've caused.

Theyŕe all covered up brand new paint,

made up of excuses and hostility.

But somehow I'm fooled into thinking it's a brand new room.

I'm not asking for much,

Not your sympathy, your guilt, nothing.

All I ask is for you to build the room,

the room that I belong.