There is a place

That we have to call home

There is a time

When we just want to be alone

There are people

Who truly do care

Even though they seem nonexistent

They truly are there

There is a place

Where we can rest our head

There are times

We lie down, practice playing dead

There are times when we are scolded

And we really didn’t deserve it

We can’t sleep at night

Seeing the truth perverted

There are days that are stretched out long

It seems on those days, we truly don’t belong

There is a moment where we sit, small, feeling enclosed

Where we feel out-casted, loveless, hopeless, and alone

There are days that we struggle, where it feels hard to breathe

While we’re shelled on the outside, inside we seethe

There has been a time when we are apathetic to happenings all around

There has been a time

Where we wished we were underground

No matter what we do

Or what things that we’ve tried

The mask always cracks open

Revealing what’s inside