I want to be independent
yet I have attachment issues
I say I don’t want to be helped
yet I need help all the time
I always know what the answer is
but I always ask questions
I am a sensible person
but I make no sense

There is no home here
Only four walls
and an echo of yelling
There is no comfort here
only selfishness
There is no stability
only cracked foundation
There was no childhood here
mostly just rough times
There is no dad
just a man who sits in his place
There is no money
only enough to scrape by this month
There is no peace
only violence and unhappiness
There is no contentment from me
just longing to leave
and I envy all those who had these things
If home is where the heart is
I have none

does it ever dawn on you that
your words are weapons
put them down before you do anymore
the destruction you’re causing
with them is incomprehensible
you’re killing hearts
it’s selfish you know
what you’re doing
simply because you can
words are powerful
but you’re responsible for them
and how you use them
these gashes are too deep to heal
these scars won’t fade quickly
so put your words away
before they hurt someone else

I can’t deal
with small minded people
they stomp
on my soul’s freedom
and liberation
I won’t do
people who simply conform
into the world
I want the wild ones:
the ones who don’t follow patterns
or fit inside lines
or go neatly into boxes
I want the throw aways
the ones who are doing their best
to make it to tomorrow
but those who spend time
to appease the masses
are the worst types
of human