It Is I Poem by Sebastian Soberania

THERE is a room that i always lock
it's door is my close ally
it creaks when someone tries to enter
and look for something about me

There is this bed that i cannot share
with anybody else
This chair that is always reserved for me
This window that looks out there
as my very own eye

It is here that i am myself
my one and only self away from the faces
that i use in the street
the house the church
the office
the park where we meet
the hotel room where we make love

This is something that i cannot let you see
it is I.