Mi Casa

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Home is all we need
A place where we feel safe

To our general universal knowledge, home is made of four brick walls, a door, and a roof on top to complete the standard "home"

That's not home

There's nothing to fill up the empty space inside, except for things to make the "home" warm----

I'm told by many to leave them alone and let them take control

I always invite the wrong people to my home

The same people that do not appreciate the efforts that I've put in to give them what they want

I spoil them like you spoil a child

I give them whatever they desire and in return, I face the calamity

I'm a brainwashed numb soldier following my high commanders' orders for nothing in return

I'm the kid that people overlook

I'm the one that forgives people too easily

I'm the one that sacrifices my dreams for others

Being reckless and rational is carefree to me

When I want to be carefree I'm limited and forced to go through each gate of censorship to become plain like everyone else

Sometimes I wonder...

What if I left this life I have?

What if I was never born?

Those questions are answered with made-up fantasies

Mi casa es su casa

My loved ones are actors in my lifetime, some go, some quit, the majority are extras in my play.

Everyone has their own script

Sometimes I lose mines and look on the stage for it----

Home is where love resides  so they say

My house is open

The address to my home is unknown

My feelings for others have degraded as time continues to age me

Being sad and vulnerable will get me severely hurt

So I plea for something to allow me to be free from my containment. The same containment theory the Americans used to stop Communism from spreading throughout the world

I need ataraxic from people that have a stronghold on me

My body needs a release from people's sins that plague my mind----

If you still want to come to my house then it's going to be an everlasting memory for you

For me, I'm going to take this memory loss drug to escape the pain that's heading my way

Bye everyone

Thank you for coming

And

Smile

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