The feeling of home… (to me)

I'm scared of failure, I'm scared of being judged, I'm scared of what happens when I'm up above. I'm scared of their glares, I'm scared of thinking the worst, I'm scared because why do I always have to be the one with this curse? Is it my fault? Did I do something wrong? I kept on asking but god didn't even respond. It was another day at school, but today was different, I had done something bad, That probably wouldn't be forgiven. I hid in the bathroom and prayed that no one could hear, But just as I thought I was safe, I wasn't in the clear. She had heard me, Her footsteps were soft, She opened the door and brought me into her arms. She told me softly "It's not your fault." But I wouldn't open up. I was a trapped vault. "But it's my fault it always is!" I tried to say But her words rang in my head like a pounding bell, She shook her head and continued to tell. "Listen Teagan, we all make mistakes." She kept on going, "But it does not mean you are a disgrace." After that day I always felt like my heart was sewn, But now when I feel her hand on my shoulder it feels like home. I have a warm comfort wash over me, Her voice is always calming and she had found the key. She made her way into my locked vault, She could hear her voice echo as she said... "It was never your fault."