Meaning of Home

my home is not a dome there are Cracks In the walls of my house Home is where I can be my SeIf That's Where Both good and bad memories live I have no possessions except my family and friends they all care so much I will never let them go My house is a structure made of cement and bricks My home is made of memories and emotions good and bad My home is comfortable and comfy I know that its where my mind lives My mind is made of thought I can't always be at my house but I can always be at my home I will never have to be outside of my home because it follows me around It never has to shrink but it always have to grow The older I get the more memories more rooms I'm home I might hate my house but I love my home. My home is love laughter and living