A Home Away From Home

Call me what you want, but I'm not going home. I don't wanna go home something there just is'nt right something is wrong in everywhich way I look at it. I will stay here until I feel home will be a good place. A good place for me to stay. Not far of course, not alone as well a place where people flow in and out, at a constant rate except for me. I leave to class, and return to watch the people pass and go to another place and still I am sure that they will return they always do. Unless something wrong and terrible has happened and caused a riot. An uproar, in this calm and peaceful place.

That place that I call home seems so distant. As though it is a million miles away and to return I must walk. A walk that would tear the soles of my feet causing unwanted blisters and pain. Such a painful way to go. Why won't the people who love me deep within their hearts come to take me from this place, take me so I won't go to a place that I feared, but take me to a place that was warm, and inviteing. Not filled with the constant screams and cries from children. Why must things be so hard to live with in such conditions. Will I be able to stand all the: pain, fighting, anger?

Shall I return to that place I call home only to be sent back to where I came? I have no choice. For still it is my home.