Pack Lies

They say I’m one of them. I’m part of the group, The pack, The gathering, The “family”; But I’m really not. I’m a burden. I’m dead weight, Which they have to pull ashore, Out of the water every time I’m drowning. I do something solely for and about myself, And they take it personally. I’ve always thought of myself as a fighter, But thinking about it, Maybe that was one of my biggest and best masks. I’m weak. I’ve always been. And now, I have no home to come to. I don’t know where I belong. I’m alone no matter what. I have nowhere to go, Which maybe makes me free. I am free to live and die by my own rules and wishes, Wherever I go; But another more important truth is that if I’m not by my parents rules, I will die. Alone, And soon. But I refuse to be a guest at my own house. My belief is that I belong nowhere and no one, The same way I don’t have anything or anyone or my own.