I'm trapped
In a world where I don't fit
Homesick for the places I've never been
I've wished upon a million stars
Yet all I've gained is a million scars
And I wish I could go home
Not back to the same house
On the same street
In the same broken neighborhood
But somewhere real
Somewhere where I'm accepted
No longer rejected
Finally respected
And I'll be home
YOU ARE READING
Creatively chaotic
PoetrySo I wrote some stuff and I feel like putting it out there. So yeah. Enjoy.
