Where are you from?
Such an easy question,
Right?
Not for a kid like me.
When you don't know where your home is,
Or what country your moving to next.
I really might as well tell you
My home is on a plane.
It floats just above the ocean
Because truth is I have no home.
Do you want to know where I was born?
Where I'm living now?
Which countries I grew up in?
Such a simple question for one,
Makes a myriad of people like me
Struggle to find an answer.
I have no home,
But that's okay.
I'll find my way
And make my own.
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Not so average poetry
PoésiePoems of Suicide, depression, body image, self harm, insecurities, ect. Some are triggering so please take any warnings seriously. Many are written in first person, but they don't refer to myself. If you have any suggestions or ideas let me know. En...
