The words in my head are jumbled
and there are so many things that I wish I could say
but I can't remember.

The sun promises renewal each day
and I wake up and believe
but it lies to me.

My family is so far away
however, for once I feel the possibility of peace
though I know it won't last.

Time shifts and moves quickly
and with each passing year I grow
and my home compass rotates.

Fear build and climbs
in my throat as this journey ends
I'll have to go back to my family soon.

Define family, cause I feel I'm already there
fake family is where I have to return
it makes me feel sick.

What am I going to do?
Go on just like I used to?
Be that pretend person,
waiting in that pretend home...alone.