Author's note: I wanted to upload something and I didn't really have anything, so here is a poem I wrote in year eight. Please don't judge, I seriously am better at this now, I promise.
Home is where the heart is
At least that's what they say
I don't believe that this is always true...
The yelling and screaming
The endless fights
The way tears fall down our faces
Through my eyes
I believe that home is full of hate
Full of misfourtune
Trapped
An endless cycle of misery
It will never stop
Only intensify
And that is why I must leave this place
Leave...And never come back
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Home Is...
PoetryI wrote this poem in year eight and it's probably the best thing I've ever written, so here.
