Authors note: this like only the third time I’ve written a poem so uh don’t judge plez

I have a house

Sky blue and bright

In my room

Is where I stay all night

But is it home?

That I don’t know

I have parents that care for me

But perhaps this isn’t the right place

In my head, is where I like to stay

Away from reality, away from troubles

Experiencing feeling I try to suppress

Soaring away, floating in bubbles

I like to roam in the nature

Where it is silent, and I’m free

The cascading falls

And I sing with glee

My home, I like to think

Is where I fit in

But I don’t, anywhere

With anyone, or anything

Maybe I have no home

I have an address, but no home

For now, my imagination is all I have

In the darkness, I sit alone