My mind is paved,
cemented memories of old.
Good days I've saved,
knowing I can't count them all.

My heart an echo,
reflected of love it never had before
Feelings it can't let go,
beating as loud, still all alone.

My spirit goes unnamed,
knows fully it's one true place.
And for it, what a shame,
often it could go to waste.

My body broken,
carrying all this weight.
Seems pain goes unspoken,
still the pain is great!

My will, willing to be strong,
which sets apart itself.
Much like a familiar song,
with a chorus sung by oneself.

My, am I not a being,
like all slaved to their fears?
While breathing,
and washed away in my tears.

But my,
wasn't I meant to be myself?
Sparing no better as anyone else.
All that is me, is home.
I best take care of my house