My Castle

My joyful smile is the invisible cloak that hides my castle
No one ever sees past that smile
Everything I see and everything I feel is locked in the highest room top
The room is soundproof
Majority of the time nothing comes in and nothing goes out
No one has the authority to the room but the queen
On some occasions she’ll take off the cloak and allow the door to slightly open, so a few can take a peek
But if not, the cloak is on and the castle is hidden for no one to see

Writing Philosophy

Writing is having the authority to express who you are without wearing an invisible cloak.

Melia