I would shut myself in my room when no one was home
I would close all the windows so no sound would come through
I would sit on my bed and sing my heart out into an imaginary microphone
I would dance until my legs felt like they would collapse, and you
Will never understand why I love being home alone
I would write out scripts to comedy skits and record them on my laptop
I would have ridiculous conversations with Siri on my phone
I would dramatically read the stories and poems I've written and won't stop
Until you come back, and ruin everything by simply being there
You'll barge into my room and laugh at me
You'll say how stupid it is, but I don't care
The next time you're gone I'll do it again, see?
Please be busy, go ahead, leave
No, I don't want to come, too.
Go ahead, go out, please
**It's fun to do whatever knowing no one's there to judge you.