C.O.M.F.O.R.T.I.N.G.
Empty shell of my nothingness
Partly of me deep space black void
Protective bubble mother like
Hideout for hidden inner boy
For the scared, a place to run to
Consider it the safest place
Where my hand will always be held
Lying hidden behind coy face
Consciousness
Of
My
Feelings
Of
Resentment
Towards
Inner
Negativity
Grows
