Selfish
Home?
If I had one I don’t remember.
Home.
I was bounced from house to house.
Family to Family.
Houses that had smiling faces.
Brimming with love and happiness.
They are selfish. The smiling faces.
Don’t understand that some people don’t,
Have the luxury of a home.
Home.
A place full of love and support.
I've never had one.
They shipped me to different Foster Homes
They were never home.
They were places filled with a family,
Only to remind you that,
You don’t have one.
And you don’t belong.
That you’re a charity case.
This isn't yours.
You can’t have this.
Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.
Copyright © Paige Clinton | Year Posted 2015
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