Unsafe

The place becomes quiet
The place becomes still
The place becomes my enemy,
Making me go mad.

The room becomes dark
The room becomes unsettling
The room becomes a cave,
It won’t let me out.

The man wants me gone
The man wants me out
The man wants me dead,
But I don’t want to get out.

I hide from the place
I hide from the room
I hide from the man,
Who told me to grow up.





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