My Hiding Place
There's this place that I go
way deep inside of me.
I go there when I am feeling sad ,
and when I want to hide.
From deep within me
I can think, and wonder all I see.
No one else can come there,
It's just a place for me.
I can think the things I want to think
and no one else will know.
I can see the world in colors
that have a very special glow.
I can see the things I want to see,
and never have to hurry.
'Cuz no one else can come inside,
So I don't have to worry.
The world looks like I want it to
from way down deep inside.
But,I would like to have a friend
whom I could also ask inside.
I wouldn't have to change this place
when in his company.
'Cuz the only friend I'd ask inside
is just the same as me.
He would understand the things I think
and like the things I do.
He'd like my shades of color,
and all the things I view.
He'd like the softness that I have,
kept hidden deep down inside.
He'd like to come to see inside,
this place I go to hide.
He could sit back comfortably
and never makes a mess.
He could sit inside my hiding place,
and never cause me stress.
He wouldn't try to change my thoughts,
or the colors that I see.
He would take comfort in this place of mine
because it is really me.
I would not invite him
if trust I did not feel.
For hidden deep inside this place
is all I have,
IT IS REAL.
~~~By Me 1997
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