Home
There isn’t a true home
No matter where I live
Everywhere feels unknown
Too long to only feel under achieve
I did not choose to become who I am
I only realize along the way
Pushed and push again beyond what can
I only understand and say its okay
Why is each life so limited?
Once again I resent what we teach ourselves
We are our world so prohibited
I rather die alone with my stories in shelves
It’s really hard living in a world with what I know
I have to go on pretending and nodding
In such a dysfunctional world for me to behold
You couldn’t even imagine what my mind is suppressing
I need a place I can call home
An owned space I might just attain and achieve
Simply a place to call my own
A place to die alone after I live
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Genre: life
Song: talk show host by Radiohead
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2019
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