In my skin
we're all in pursuit of the happiness that resides inside us
home is not a place but a person you say
how can I feel at home if the one I love got away
the infinite cycle a curse I've been hexed
i've been to many homes after you I'll find the next
home is not a person but a place so you say
in the hills of beverly where posers choose to stay
the fame destroys the youth we oblviously resonate
in your grasp the hills
that reach the other way
this is not home it is materialistic
how can this be home if my comfortability is unrealistic
home is wherever your family resides so you say
if YOU questioned your home is being with family the right place?
neglect echoes through your walls
hiding your true identity until your family falls
asleep
how can this be home if praise from others are out of reach?
you see home is me I am home
my sanctuary within
where I learn to grow
no matter where I've been
with family or friends
ineveitably home is where I am
comfortable in my skin.
About the Creator
Anonymous Writer 378
may whatever has bound you to reality disappear, art is pure in its every inevitable form.
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