My mind is the house I grew up in
Messy and chaotic but ever so neat when someone visits
Where my mom keeps shouting at me to suck in my stomach
And my dad pretends not to notice my existence
My mind is the houses we moved into when they couldn\'t live with each other anymore
With boxes filled with baggage that everyone pretends don\'t exist
A tight lipped peace that has me walking on eggshells
Somewhere my cries for help are swiftly dismissed
My mind is the studio I moved into when I finally got away
With clutter pushed aside into forgotten nooks
Wilting plants that I keep forgetting to water
And a silence where my overwhelming thoughts quickly overtook
My mind is a combination of everywhere I\'ve lived before
It\'s unsafe, uncertain, and unknown
But it\'s a place that desperately needs my love and attention
For it\'s the sole home I have ever been able to truly call my own