I'm here to work my way home
Home is where you shouldn't stress
But, if I go home I know I'll become something less
Right now I stress because, I don't know what's next
How is that fair if they want me to be my best?
They want me to be happy
Yet, everyone who brought me joy they took away from me
The therapist, they tried to save me
But, then they left me
When I was trapped in the white walls I met my best friend
And I hope that our relationship doesn't end
During my lifetime I've lived at seven different places
Only one has felt like home
Then, Stacy lied
But, look who's on my side
She thinks that she won
When she only has her son
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There is No Home For Me
PoetryI'm here to work my way home Home is where you shouldn't stress But, if I go home I know I'll become something less...