Home and the things about it
A baby crying as growing with her parents
My sister and brother-in-law asleep in their room
As I sleep on the floor dreaming of my doom

My friends walk by on the road
As I am carrying the grocery load
They walk be as if I’m not there
But I never was, never gave a care

I was with my care-givers
Like a fish in the white rivers
Not belonging and getting wiped out
And “go to hell” I wish I can shout

My friend Phil
Always telling me to chill
I wish I could
But I know I should

Always going down in writing skills
Can’t type poetry with out my shills
But its just me pushing to hard
So hard like coal into a diamond shard

My home…what is a home?
Is it a place that allows you to moan?
Or is it just somewhere to sleep
Or to place special things you like to keep

My home is somewhere away
Away from everyone, everyday
So I will no longer be hurt
Or have to wear the same shirt

My home is where everyone treats me
The same as everyone instead of to leave
Leaving the ghost
That stands away from the most

So here I am at my so-called home
But now I will leave into my dreaming dome
So I say goodnight to all
Don’t remember to call

 
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