Poems for Everything (Part#1)

Home, That's Where My Heart is Right?

My parents are out of love,

they were never IN love,

they argue and fight all the time,

they live in different places.

Mom lives in her home,

dad lives in his home,

I am forced to live in both,

does that mean I have two homes?

Neither feel like home to me,

but they're where I live,

I sleep and eat there,

my stuff is there,

so are they both my homes?

What is a home?

People say it's where your heart is,

but my heart isn't where I sleep and eat,

it's not where my stuff is either,

does that mean I have no home?

But wait,

my heart is in all of my friend's hearts,

does that mean their hearts are my homes?

I'm so lost,

I thought I knew where my home was,

now I'm confused.

I'd rather live in my friend's hearts

than in my parent's homes.

Both feel like a prison to me,

and I hate the feeling.

Home,

that's where my  heart is right?

Then I live in my friend's hearts,

and that's that.