(A free poem) I want to go home. But where is home? In my house? But which one? Maybe I don't want to go home. But where else do I want to go? Do I have anywhere else? Maybe home isn't a house. Maybe home is a feeling but... How does it feel? When did I last feel it? Do I even know what it feels like? I don't know where to go. I'm lost. But not in a way that I don't have anywhere to go. I am always somewhere. But maybe that's the problem. I'm too much everywhere. Does that make sense? Do I make sense? I am home right? Everybody calls this home. But some call the other one home. I'm confused. I'm here. I'm there. But now kind of not everywhere. Maybe I have two homes. But that's weird right? Having two homes? Because my parents are still together. Weekend here and the weekdays there. I don't want this. I don't know where home is. I don't have the feeling of a home. I am so alone. I isolate myself. That's not good. I shouldn't do that. But I still do. Because my family is sometimes too much. Wait that's rude. Or not? I was truthful so it's not rude right? But the truth can hurt. Maybe I am too much. Maybe I'm trying to get away from myself. No. That's impossible. I can't get away from myself. I just want a home. Did I ever have the feeling of a home? Maybe when I was little. Maybe when I was carefree. Maybe when I...... All those maybes when I don't even remember that time. All those maybes when all I tried to do was to find a place that felt like home. I even questioned myself. I don't know anymore. I'm exhausted. I should just give up. It's probably the best anyway.