My Escape Route

On and on the days drag

One after the other

Never ending

Same thing over and over

Never anything new

Wake up, get dressed, go to school

Come home, do homework, sleep

A relentless regime

Piles of paper, mountains of books

Nothing that ever represents fun

But on those sun-kissed days

When there’s no work to be done

There’s a place I go

To escape from it all

A sanctuary soft and warm

Secret, hidden from the world

Comfortable

Where I can be myself

And hide away

Even for a little while

Writing

Creating

Brainstorming

Drawing

Planning

A place to retain my sanity

So that the world doesn’t seem

As horrible as it is

And so I can go on living

A monotonous life

Where the only escape I have

Is my room