Home Is Where The Heart Is? by EnderTrouble, literature
Literature
Home Is Where The Heart Is?
If Home is Where Your Heart Resides,
Tell What Would Happen When,
Your Heart Has Lost It's Size,
Never Fitting Correctly Then?
Shriveled Up and Cracked,
Broken Into Many Pieces,
But Piled So Neatly, Stacked,
All Folded Up, So Many Creases.
I Alone:
I Alone understand who I am
I Alone understand what it is to be me
I Alone understand that I can only do what I am capable of.
I Alone understand that I can't be changed
I Alone know who I am
I Alone know who my friends are
I Alone know what people say about me
I Alone know what they really mean
I Alone think I can
I Alone think I can't
I Alone think I am
I Alone think I'm not
I Alone Understand The consequences
I Alone know why
I Alone think I can handle it.
Only One Knows I Can't
But That Isn't Me
Why Me?
Why is it that they pick me last?
Why is it that every time something good happens Something bad follows?
Why can't I ever catch a break?
Why me?
What are these feelings?
Why does everything that comes to mind refer to my only way out?
Why do I have these feelings?
Why Me?
Why is it that I feel alone?
Why is it that no one is there?
Why hasn't anyone been there?
Why Me?
Why am I alone?
Why Can't anyone help me?
Why don't they understand?
Why Me?
Why Can't I be me?
Who controls life?
Why can't I be special?
Why Me?
Where Is God?
Where are the angels?
Why can't they be with me?
Why Me?
Where I Come From
I come from a long line of diversity,
Where to each is his own,
None the same, yet none totally different.
I come from a long line, never straight,
Always curving to Destiny's will.
Forever running.
I come from a long line of dreamers.
Dreamers and Schemers
With tricks and traps on their minds
A long line of deception and misleading