Alone

My home is dead silent My room is pitch blackI lay here on my bed Allowing my thoughts to take overIn my head, I am never aloneLet me explain In my head, there is a home A home with multiple rooms with doors that I prefer to stay closedSo I usually hang out in the living room with my emotionsWe all look somewhat alike but we're totally different My thoughtful emotion wears glasses but he has very bad anxietyMy sexual emotion is a little bit more muscular and very flirtatiousAnd my anger and wicked desires stay in the rooms that I won't openAnywayThis is where I go when I'm alone

And I know this sounds crazyBut I don't careBecause there, I am never alone.