used to be my panic room the other side of me where i slept and woke by turns and nothing seemed real i was feeding on your life peering through the hole and it scared me out someday you would knock on my door sweet shelter of mine i m freezing without sweet shelter of mine i m dying without cover up my twisted thoughts shattered all around muffled sounds recurring dreams melatonin smile used to be my 302 the other side of light trap of my own that helped me deal with what i lost inside sweet shelter of mine i m freezing without sweet shelter of mine i m dying without sweet shelter of mine  i ve tried to make self portraits before but they always turn out so contrived i ve spent too much time correcting light and shade hiding wrinkles blurring scars i ve tried to make self portraits before through my eyes just see myself now i know i m not in denial that i need someone else to see me to see me