Home
You want to go home
to the shadows.
Watch as your fame
hangs
in the gallows.
You never liked being on stage
but what can you say
when you’re put in a cage
playing their game?
And this is why
you always cry.
And this is why
you always die.
And this is why
you sigh,
it’s why
you want to go home.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world