I’ve built a place
I can call home.
It’s my own palace,
one where I can freely roam.
The walls are sturdy,
the foundation strong.
It’s my own palace,
one made from everything wrong.
Old memories as the walls,
sharp words as the foundation.
It’s my own palace,
one of my mind’s creation.
In the center is my throne,
made from regret.
It’s my own palace—
one where you can never forget.
