Who’s home?

My home is not my home. I don’t know where home lies.

These walls, they depress me.

The smell, it disgusts me.

The look, it bugs me.

My neighbors, they misjudge me.

My friends, they aren’t there for me.

My family, they don’t understand me.

My community, they don’t know me.

I feel as if I’m destined to walk alone.

My home is not my home.