A Place, my place
A place where I fit
A place I can hide
A place that’s mine
I would cover it
with colors of comfort
I would soften the blow
with pillows fluffed
and welcoming
but the reality is
my mind has been tainted
and contaminated
I have seen too much
and thought too hard
I have studied monsters
and in the process
I have been consumed
There is no safe, fluffy place
as long as my mind
holds me captive
