My Sacred Place

It is always with me
At home, in the car, or at school
When I feel like I’m going crazy it changes
Its mood to something as smooth as paper

It’s as soft as a mouse or loud as a siren
The words it speaks to me are warm blankets embracing
Me or they are the ugly truth
I couldn’t have a better friend who shares my emotions

When I cry, it cries, if I’m happy, it’s happy
It has been around for ages so it understands how I
Feel and even though it’s my world there are other
People who use its words to get its meaning across