what do you do
when your house
is not home?
when you walk
among your family
like a guest
in a hotel,
where the employees
give you
the cold shoulder
when you forget
to tip them
for their service.
their kindness
is simply a ploy,
a masquerade
so you'll come again
soon.
i don't want
to come again
soon.
i don't want
to come again
ever.
i want to fly away
to a house
that is a home,
to a place
where there is a family
who will love me,
and take me in,
and accept me.
i just want
to be home.