I always thought
If I come home
To the place
Where my hearts belongs
I'll be welcomed with open arms
When days turn into weeks
And weeks turn into months
I realize the ugly truth
When I overhear or I hear
Their thoughts about me
Why do I feel like
I don't belong here
I think I overstayed my welcome
Even if there isn't
To begin with
I'm not welcomed here anymore
It feels like I'm just a burden
When time passes by
During my stay
I'm no longer home
YOU ARE READING
POEMS III
Puisi3rd book of poems written by me. Some of the poems are old and possibly most of them are nrewly written.
