Safe Haven

My room.
The only place I feel completely safe, free from judgement, I can just be myself. I don’t have to please anyone, convince anyone I’m fine when really, I’m dying inside. Torn, broken. But no one sees that me. I don’t show anyone that side of me. I’m just the quiet girl, the shy girl. If you’re lucky, I’m the weird girl, the random girl, the crazy girl. But under all that, is the real me. The me who’s torn, broken, dying inside. The me who isn’t perfect, who does cry, who doesn’t smile often. The me who feels heartbreaks, who feels alone because I don’t show anyone the real me.
The only place I can truly be myself is in my room.
My safe haven.