Posters on my bedroom walls,

Clothes across the floor.

I stand here in my cool striped socks,

And feel warm within my sanctuary.

In here I have my four favourite items,

My computer, my laptop, my teddy, my bed.

In this room I've cried my private tears,

In this room I've smiled my secret smiles.

I think of it s my sanctuary,

An escape from the world outside.

In here I can be alone,

In here I can be surrounded by my music.

In here I write most of work,

As I lie warm inside my bed.

Ideas circulate inside my head,

As the paper is stained by ink.

I lie there now as I write about,

The sanctuary that has kept me sane.

The sanctuary that knows which holds my darkest secrets,

With walls which will never speak.