When the world gets too loud

Too bright

Too sharp

Too much

There will always be somewhere that I go

I call it my hiding place

When mommy and daddy have had too much to drink

Or they start arguing

Yelling in each others' face

I creep upstairs

To my favorite spot

Yes, my hiding place

Cocooned under mounds of blankets and pillows

Shielding me from the world

It can't reach my favorite spot

Yes, my hiding place

In my hiding place

Where the world can't reach

I'm completely in control

I can sing the loudest sound

Or sing none at all

I can sleep soundly in the darkness

Or play gaily in the light

I can imagine a place far away

I can hide from my fright

( just a short little poem for fun)