To each their own,
A seperate home,
A place you feel at peace.
A place where you love the smell.
A place you dare not call hell.
A pleace that is no neat.
If only I could say,
I had a place, I felt this way;
About.
At home I'm so sad.
At home everyones always so mad.
We always fight,
What Joy.
No games;
No fun;
No toys.
No lullabies;
I cut;
I cry.
I wish I had a home.
With a loving happy family.
A place that's just for me.
But sadly no,
I have no home,
No place to be happy.
