You can't go back home, to a home that's unknown,
To a cache of hard memory, constant new treachery,
You can't go back home, to a home all alone,
Each morning's new fear, made me disappear.
I can't go back home, it's my no go zone,
No need for revenge, I just can't comprehend,
Why we hated each other, why we all felt so smothered,
Not one day went by, we weren't living a lie.
I won't go back home, my heart marble and stone,
I cannot forget, I age with regret,
Anger, self-hate, for me it's too late,
My bitter divide, still nowhere to hide.
Many people have happy memories of their childhood home. I don't. Not seeking sympathy as many had it harder than I. Just had to get the feeling out on the page and out of my head. Be kind. It's the only thing we need to do. First be kind.