Home

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