Home has been
6 houses
4 cities
3 countries
2 continents
And I’ve spared myself
To every passing stranger
In these places
And I don’t have enough of me to spare
Even for myself
This is Identity crisis
How every time I change
To fit in
To be ideal
To not be hurt
I’ve taken in a little
From every place
Every stranger
To learn
To gain
I mimicked
A little stayed with me
But not enough to create an identity
And now
I am stuck
With stray pieces
From people I don’t recall
I am a graveyard
Of broken pieces
And rituals
From a place that isn’t home
I need a place to call home
Forever
But home
Has been reduced
To just another building
It isn’t a feeling anymore