I Am Here
Home, it never really was a home,
Yelling and fights drove me away in time,
For years, I was scared to leave
So terrified to be alone.
Where would I go?
I’d end up in a car, on the street,
A lost, lonely soul.
I remember the hurtful words and the constant pain,
It lingers on my skin.
Family was never really family,
So many lies, deceit; sin.
I made a decision for myself,
To find a better life.
I deserve more than that,
I remember the fear cutting me like a knife.
I left and never turned back a few months ago,
And although my life is in limbo,
I’m not afraid,
Cause I believe,
I’ll always land on my feet.
I am out on my own,
No place to really call a home.
It’s hard to overcome your fears,
But I have discovered my inner strength.
I am alive.
I am here.
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