A House not A Home

Home is where the heart lives,

Home is where love brightens every corner,

Home should be where I feel like i belong,

 This is a house not a home.

Home is where I should feel safe,

Be most comforted; be able to express myself,

But instead I see broken smiles and shattered dreams,

This is a house not a home.

Home should be a safe haven,

A house provides a mere roof to cover my head,

Supposedly sheltered and kept warm,

So why do I feel cold and alone,

As if rain beats upon my skin,

This, this is a house not a home.

Maybe it once was a home,

No broken steps or missing floorboards,

Maybe a "happy" "family" once lived here,

Someone called mommy who loved me,

And a daddy who never saw me as a disappointment,

Maybe once upon a time happiness reigned,

But now, it's a house not a home.

See, home to me was not perfect but it was my peace of heaven,

There were arguments but there was love,

Home didn't feel like confinement or being stuck in a room of strangers,

People who assume the know you, persons who want perfection,

But I wasn't made of plastic so I'm flawed,

This is a house not a home.

Home was, and in its real sense no longer is for me,

This is just a house where I dwell, but no longer live there.

I no longer have a home, because everything that was light in it is now dead.

Nothing but hollow souls looms before every corner,

This friend is a house not a home.