The world beyond my door is bright
with colours too intense
The noises there are far too loud
I seldom issue hence
When people try to talk to me
I struggle just to speak
Their actions are aggressive
and leave me feeling weak
I like my home the way it is
each object has its place
I’m happiest just by myself
no other in my space
And yet at night I need someone
to curl my arms around
And though it’s strange, there’s only one
solution that I’ve found
My lover’s perfect, soft and strong
he’s always there for me
My lover’s plastic, it’s not wrong
with him I’m truly free