I fill my shelves with stories,

To bury my mind,
To build my walls up,

To safely hide behind.

I use the walls around me,

To keep the whole world blind,
I fill my shelves with stories,

To bury my mind.

I read page after page,

Many adventures I find
To build my walls up,

To safely hide behind.

Books help keep the real me,

From being underlined,
I fill my shelves with stories,

To bury my mind.

Rows of books surround me,

All one of a kind,
To build my walls up,

To safely hide behind.

Before the pages around me,

To reality I was confined,
I fill my shelves with stories,

To bury my mind.

It was not the life I wanted,

But to it I was resigned,
Until I built my walls up,

And used them to hide behind.

I'm still trying to run from,

The me I left behind,
So I'll fill my shelves with stories,

And keep burying my mind.