Home is somewhere you feel safe and can be yourself,
Not a place where I don’t even recognize myself.
This house is not a home but instead hell,
a place where I can't get up from where I fell.
When I come "Home" it's a drag
because there I'm considered a ***

My home is not a place,
instead it's someone who doesn't see me as a disgrace
But they're in invisible pain, depression
and I fear one day they'll just be gone and done.
Done from the living in this horrible place,
Done from hiding their true face.
Done from being in constant fear.
Done from shedding tear after tear.

My wish is for them to see what I see:
someone who goes through things bravely,
someone who is beautiful inside and out,
someone who doesn't let anything stop them and continue going on and about,
someone smart,
someone who stole and melted my heart.

My home.
My one true love.