When people ask me
"where do you live child?"
I find it pretty easy to answer.
but when people ask me
"Where is your home child?"
I have to pause for a moment
before spitting out a lie
that my home and where I live
are the same.It's way beyond me why I can't
Call my house, my home.
It's never gonna be home
For as long as I may live.
Because I don't feel safe
I feel open and unprotected
I don't feel happy
Instead a plaster on a smile
To please the family
Who are ever so disappointed in me.But still, I know
That home is a place
I have yet to come aware of.
Home is a place
I have yet to find.So to all those of you
Out there who have yet
To find a place to call home
Who has yet to feel safe and happy.
Just know that you aren't really alone
That even if life goes on
And the sun keeps shining
There is always
a home for you
In me
In all those
Who are still searching
For a home of their own.Is this trash ? Idk...
It should be improved Ik lol
Anyways it's based on a true story lol
I keep moving houses like every five months, and this time my parents promised we won't move but....we'll see. 🙃
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI'm just here to put my thoughts on paper so that it doesn't consume me. - NAKED THOUGHTS 'the cover, title, basically every single word and design is by me. Picture used for cover is JK from BTS"