It's Never Home

Sat, 10/12/2019 - 15:00 -- Julia3

There is a place 

Where I go 

To escape

But it is not called home

When I get off the bus I walk just a little too slow

And I think the reason why is simply because 

Don't wanna go home 

Don't wanna walk through the door

I

Don't wanna exsist in a place where I am not welcome

Because if I'm being honest 

There is never a time when I am wanted 

There is never a time when I feel like a part of the family

And I don't want to be apart of it 

Take these rotten walls and your rotten souls

Take these dusty shelves and rebuild them all

Take the broken shingles off the roof but be careful to never fall

I don't want your pitying looks that just say it all

This house to me was never home 

So excuse me

While I put in my headphones and turn the volume

Up

Up 

Up

So I can drown out the sound of this dreadful white noise 

That rips this house at it's edges 

So please 

If you don't mind

Let me escape to the place that is never home

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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