Poetry (?)

I am currently taking part in a workshop from Voices Breaking Boundaries (link in the sidebar) that, among other things, is helping me to "express myself" (cue tumbleweed and chirping crickets). However, we have done a couple neat things - like, for example, written a poem about a place we consider home. May I present:

HOME

My home away from home
Another world, another place
Where I don't matter
Because I don't exist
In this world
I am transported
away from my problems
I can smile smugly
as others live and make mistakes
because that is what living is.
I can watch as pride comes before the fall,
and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,
and do unto others as you would do unto yourself
because in this world these things don't apply to me
This world - my home, my homes, it should be said,
do not exist.
Instead they can be found in gleaming shelves
and between paper.
My world is located in words
My homes away from home are books.

Love it, hate it, want to burn me at the stake? Let me know.