The memories that flood my brain

From that cold stressful place

Home is supposed to be comforting

Not what fills my anxiety

All of the yelling roars through the walls

From my living room to my petit bedroom

My depression and anxiety keep getting worse

Every shout and scream fills up my living time

I want everything in the world to stop

Just for a few seconds

Could I get some peace?

That’s all I’m asking

My home isn’t supposed to give me negative thoughts

My home isn’t supposed to make my life stressed

My home isn’t supposed to be a disappointment to come to

My home isn’t supposed to make me uncomfortable and sad

My home is supposed to make me comfortable and happy

My home is supposed to make my life less stressful

My home is supposed to free me from my negativity

My home is supposed to show my joy

To be my number-one place to go

So why do I think differently?

Why do I not feel that way?

Is my life always going to be full of questions?

Can I change my thoughts on that one place?

The word home is different for everybody

It doesn’t have to be where you live and go to every day

It can be the place you go to the most with positive thoughts

It can be your friends you hang out with

My home isn’t a place

My home isn’t a thing

My home is my friends.

That is what I call my home