
I hate it here,
Why can’t I roam around?
I want to be free,
I could be anything,
Anywhere,
Wherever I want,
How I want it,
Where I want to go, no one else can enter~
I let my mind escape,
Escape from the boring reality,
Into my special place,
Where I roam around often,
This is a place that I can cry to,
And I’d get my answers,
This is a place where I clear my mind of negativity,
It’s a place I call home,
It’s a safe place inside,
But if accessed at the wrong time,
It could end my life...
...in the current reality...
About the Creator
Rika Lekay
Hi! I'm currently 20 years old and I love to write short stories, poems, novels, and writing prompts.



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