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Finding a Home |
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Finding a Home |
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I don’t have a
home I go here And they tell me to go there I go there and they tell me to go here I am not wanted anywhere At the house I live in There is anger Anger that belongs to me Anger that goes toward me I have the hatred from my mother And from my brother I have hatred that goes toward my mother And my brother I would stay with my father But he wants nothing to do with me either I doubt he even knows that I exist. The gifts I get are just a gesture This way they don’t feel guilty for leaving me out I have no family that cares Why is that Why don’t they like me Is it because of what I wear or how I look Is it because of my personality All I have left are my friends Friends that are slowly disappearing Friends that have no idea what I’m going through And if they did they wouldn’t want anything to do with me So now I ask myself Should I just change it now Should I start a new life Somewhere where no one knows me Somewhere where I could have a fresh start And make good friends, real friends Is there even a place A place where I can love and be loved Is it possible that there is a place where I could fit in Where ever it is I will find it No matter what it takes No matter how long it takes No matter how far it is I will find it I will find HOME |
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