Be they small, medium or large,
are cubicles of comfort

Places to hide, think, cry,

Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold

Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them

From the depth of every level of despair, or joy

I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure

Alone yet, not lonely, I share anotherís pain

For when I admit to self hate youíll be there for me, with me

I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone

Iím not coming out of my confessional, my closet.
Written by Honoria
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