Poem - Hidden

I am ambitious and determined

except when I’m not.

Sometimes

I can hear the whole world

pounding on my bedroom door,

but I keep it locked.

I am hidden deep

inside under a blanketed fort

suspended by chairs and overpriced hair ties.

There I remain for days,

eating popcorn and protein cheerios.

I forget about hygiene

And I forget about mirrors.

I play soft music to

keep me company, and my bright night light

in the corner keeps me

content when the sun can no longer shine

through the blinds.

I stay in my fort until I feel the

storm clear.