There is a corner in my room
where I sit alone.
Its upstairs,
and I don't know how ?
but my mind works there.
The scene out of my window
internment my eyes,
for that
I disregarded my mumma's voice.
This is the space
I love to spend my time,
but..
for her,
I'm wasting hours of mine.
Sometimes
this corner controls
my displeasure nature and annoyances,
my anger and headache.
that's y this is my place
where I sit in peace
and you can see the smile
on
my face..