Was it the city Apartments or the ones near farms?
Or should I pick one in between?
Was it in my fathers attention or
in my mothers arms?
Because both of them were never to last.
Was it still Home if i had to beg for it?

Isn’t home supposed to feel safe?
A place you look forward to coming back to.
It shouldn’t make you want to hide in a cave.
After moving so many times,
I thought my home was you.

Until I opened my eyes and took a better look.
It wasn’t the ‘homes’ that made me want to hide in a book.

Some may say that home is where the heart is, is that really true?
Because I know that it once jumped if you noticed I was feeling blue.
But remembering that now,
only brings it pain.
For every attention you gave me,
was for your own gain.

Home is where I want to be.
And now that I think about it,
All I ever had was me.
© ForeverUnknown

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