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