Home
I don’t feel it.
The sensation one feels when they laugh, the inclusiveness of pure and true joy that friends are expected to have
I don’t feel it.
The ease of their smile, the genuine warmth of those I surround.
I can’t find it.
The home I seek, the one that looks out, the one I need.
I find myself out of place, under a roof that feels so strange.
Yet here I am still trying to prove, that maybe it's not true,
That this feeling I seek Il be able to find, that my place might be here, That I just need to give it some time.
I can’t see it.
The future that everyone looks forward to, the continuation of life and all that I’m expected to have.
I've focused so much time on what I don’t feel, what I can’t find, what I can’t see and as much as I try,
I will not force it!
Home is where I am happy, where I can be myself and content without pretentious tales, where I trust my smile because it is for me and not to please those around, where I don’t need constant reassurance that I'm in the right place because I don’t fit or have bad taste.
And now I see that I was here all along,
I, am home.