Home

I want to go home. But I have not. And you cannot want for what you don't have. So I'll stay, I'll be silent and not make a sound. Others don't get it. Others don't care. For what I want most is already theirs. They don't understand why. Because they don't try. It's all an excuse. A poorly disguised ruse. What I want is simple. What I want is sweet. All I want is a place to call home. Not just a house by a street. Alas, I am alone. And I always will be. But that silence of mine makes me just a little more free. Life is beautiful. Life is scared. Life is just a little too messed up to care. I hope you find your homes. I hope you're treated fair. Because to be completely honest, It makes me realize, I don't need one to be happy for you, Since you all deserve equal share.