Home

A safe haven, a place of love.
A place like that. That is what I dream of.
Everybody so excited to be there.
The place where people have to care!
A place where you could share your thoughts and tell your tale.
But with me, it seems like every attempt for communication seems to fail.
It feels like I’m kept here against my will. I feel like a captive in my own room.
Like every time I enter I feel like when the door closes I concealed my doom.
It feels like I'm trapped under a dome.
Why does this house never feel like home?
If someone listened, they would know I live the life of an imprisoned.
When will I be free? Because this is not what I belong to be.
I want to get rid of these string and spread my wings.
Fly away...
Fly, to find my real home someday.
No matter how far, no matter how rough.
Home must be a place full of love.
You expect it to be a place of tenderness... But I don’t know if I find something like that hidden in this mess.