In this little room I write.
I write my thoughts so dear.
It is not for you I write.
I write mostly of my fears.

So in this little room I write,
a thousand thoughts and fears.
Out loud I can not say them,
for they would bring me tears.

It is at night I mostly write,
my mind won't let me rest.
So I put pen to paper,
and out my thoughts must crest.

I do not assume to know you,
or put you to the test.
For I am just a simple girl,
and my mind is quite a mess.