I run and hide inside a place I call my head
I stay for hours in the surrounding walls of my mind
Escaping to a forrest of random scattered thoughts
that float in and out of space
For each one I capture I make there cage a blank sheet of paper
A display of words forming sentences created by my thoughts
Go ahead and take a peak
You found this old journal sitting in my room cluttered amongst my books while I wasn't there
Even though it clearly said in bold black letters Do Not Read you went ahead and turned to the first page
Instant break of a unspoken trust
My feelings, memories, moments
My thoughts, dreams, emotions
My love my loss my heart break
These were my private things and not for you or anyone else to read
The only thing I can honestly call my very own
My innocence my childhood the only thing a young girl can call her very own was stolen was taken a long time ago by a figure in the dark
This is all I had to call my own