This Does Not Feel Like Home
This Does Not Feel Like Home
I walk into my house and it does not feel like home.
I refuse to believe that
I go to my grandma and grandpa's house. It feels like home.
I will never find a home.
It is not true that
I come back to my house and say “ I will make this feel like home.
Everything will remain the same.
I do not believe that
”Now it feels like home”
I know
after a while it will not feel like home.
It is impossible that
After I did all of this redecorating and trying to make it feel like home it will not feel like home.
I believe
That someone will come over and wreck my house.
It is a lie that
My house does not feel like a home.
(this is a reverse poem read it from top to the bottom and bottom to top)