Home? ?
What is a heart without a home
What is a rhyme without a poem
My home feels wrong and it will not change
I have lived there for so long but it feels so strange
I do not understand why a call is my “Home”
When I get there I just want to be alone
The people I live with, well I would rather not see
And I am sure the do not want to see me
I wish my heart was set on my home
But its sad that this house is as cold as stone
poem by Cassy Carmody
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