Not at home
The words I want to say want leave my mouth.
The things I need my way,
Always turn south.
Quietly I wait as the sun goes down.
The moon shines on the ground outside.
The rain drops splatter on my face,
Falling from the attached portal,
Ending in a silent scream,
Waking up and its a dream.
Im shaking,
Scared on the inside of my marrowed bones
The things that riot outside, affect me the most on the inside
Sunny days bring me tears when the sun goes to bed and the lights go out.
No one can hurt me,
Not even my shadow can judge me.
