All my life

I have been moved from house to house.

They have felt like home 

for a couple weeks.

But there's always that 

longing feeling that I don't belong.

All my life

I have been given materialistic items.

They brought me joy

for a couple of days.

But there's always that

realization that they can be replaced.

All my life

I have been given empathetic smiles.

Like somehow they

will make me feel better,

But there's always that

one look of pity that kills me.

All my life

I have been surrounded by harsh words.

They have reminded me of him

every single day,

But I have noticed that

they will never fill the void he made.