I don’t accept your hand-me-down home.
Your smell has seeped into the fabrics
of the world I’m trying to fit in to
and it’s choking me.
The streets are laced with your memories,
and your footprints are too fat to fill.
I am buckling under the weight
of the expectations that
I cannot measure up to.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
I don’t accept your hand-me-down home.
Your smell has seeped into the fabrics
of the world I’m trying to fit in to
and it’s choking me.
The streets are laced with your memories,
and your footprints are too fat to fill.
I am buckling under the weight
of the expectations that
I cannot measure up to.
