No place is perfect
Especially not this one
Our facades crack and crumble
The tears stream and pour
The screams echo
Two against one isn't fair
As I return to "my room"
Which as you keep pointing out doesn't really belong to me
Nothing does
While I'm not sure how I feel about you
I learned to tie my shoes in this bedroom
I read my first book on that chair
My baby pictures hang in these halls
So as I sob under the covers, surrounded by stuffed animals,
It's not hard to see why this is home
