You were my home not the home where i could live in,
but a home where i could feel shelter and love;

You were my home where i could be me and not care what i dressed or looked by others.

You were my home where i could show you both the worst and best parts of me as a human being,

You were my home to go to when i felt like the whole world was just belittling me and underestimating what i could do;

You were my home for a short while and wished that i could have done better to stay with you forever, but things got messy and you did not feel like the same home that i used to stay in.

You got torn down and the place where i called "Home" was no more, and now i start to wonder searching for something that is elusive to the naked eye of man, hoping maybe one day i can finally say, "I AM HOME."