Home

Isolated from society with no real place to call home. Alone and scared of what, i do not know. I want a be free to camouflage that i am affected. Withdrawing from the unknown, undetected. Left to a society where hypocrisy is condoned. I became a stranger to all i had known. Escaping reality in order to stay sane. Escaping judgement and ignorance. It seems like everyone was a fan. A fan of judging what they don't know. Ignorance spread all over the place like grains of sand falling through the cracks in our broken hearts. Home to me is where there is fast flowing tears because what mattered fell apart. Home to me is many wasted years. Tired of talking to the walls around me, when no one hears. Trapped inside are our demons and all our fears. This is where most of society calls home. The foundations of hypocrisies have been sewn. Many bridges burned along the way. So evil could not cross the bridge or climb my wall today. Crawling for a bit after i had to fall. At one point i lost it all. My faith left defeated. My energy depleted. Left defenseless. Some fences needed mending but i was too blinded, unable to see. That I live here hoping of a home, a time where my mind was free; of a home, a time where i could go back to being me.