This bed my hide away my keeper of secrets which lays my pillow which is drenched in tears that I cry 

My bed is an escape from reality where the monster that we call society can no longer reach me 

my bed which where I hide away will only know my truth

 when I leave I wear a mask which is not me but a mask that I wear for society only to be taken off when the curtains close 

when I go to bed where my tears will be dried once again by my pillow 


as I lay in my bed where the thoughts of the days past well consume me only to start again in the morning