And i walk my familiar streets, and yet i feel like such a stranger.
I sleep in my bed but it no longer feels like my own.
My father barely speaks whole sentences to me.
It's like i've committed treason within my own home.
My mother prances to my ever wish. Her child hasn't been home.
My mind wanders with no place to go.
My thoughts race, but the finish line is far.
My head is weary, yet the night is still a long night.
I'm lost to wonder these streets
i once used to call home.
By Valeriya Bagmut
(Image From http://www.cis.gsu.edu/~dstraub/Courses/CIS%209280/2002/home.gif)
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