I live in a house
With nine people,
That's including me.
And maybe I should
Be happy to have
A roof over my head,
But I'm not happy.
I feel guilty and ashamed.
I feel out of place.
I feel like I'm a piece
Of a puzzle that doesn't
Belong to this puzzle.
I do want to be here and
I do love it here, but
Maybe not at the price of
Someone's space.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
I live in a house
With nine people,
That's including me.
And maybe I should
Be happy to have
A roof over my head,
But I'm not happy.
I feel guilty and ashamed.
I feel out of place.
I feel like I'm a piece
Of a puzzle that doesn't
Belong to this puzzle.
I do want to be here and
I do love it here, but
Maybe not at the price of
Someone's space.
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