Space that you create.
Your room is your secret place.
No one can steal it.

You sleep, eat, breathe, live,
smile, cry, fight, laugh, sleep, give.
You design your space.

Clothes left on the floor.
Photos of friends on the wall.
***** dishes too.

But what happens next?
You pack up and leave that space.
College awaits you.

Someone new's there too.
Cramping on your life design.
No place for just you.

Renovate a bit.
Add in the new, perfect fit.
College is now home.

Home is a nice space.
Cement walls with stale white paint,
but home nonetheless.

A warm comfy bed.
Finally pursuing dreams.
Everything is right.

Now you have to leave.
Home number 1 is ahead.
The past awaits, right?

You walk right inside.
Hoping for the past again.
but the space is dead.

Another is there.
Your things in a closet box.
Everything is gone.

You do not belong.
No longer carefree and fun,
Curtains shade the sun.

A mattress pulled out,
you are now an intruder
in your sisters place.

Your things are scattered,
You are no longer needed,
and you are upset.

Family has moved on,
They no longer need you there.
It doesn't seem fair.

Home number two comes.
The drive is simple and sweet.
See, You've changed too.

You're greeted with love.
The smells and sounds of your space.
Everything is great.