Home Sweet Home

The walls still remember my terrible singing The couch will steal my snacks without me even blinking, And somehow I forgive it, because that's how home feels, The fridge hums like it knows all of my secrets, Probably judging my snacks, but it will keep it. Mom says “clean your room” or I'll wait, Home is knowing she's serious but not today Home is like laughter but with a lot of sighs, Like burnt toast but smells suspiciously sweet. The windows are still covered in dust just waiting to be cleaned, But the love that lives inside them is what home really means to me. Home is like my very own castle and the place where I act like Taylor Swift singing until I lose my voice. It's where joy and disaster perform on the same stage. At the end of the day, when the lights are off and everything slows down, The house hums with creaks and whispers, then I realize home is the place that knows me the best. It’s not perfect, but neither am I, but it's mine, Full of secrets, noises and smells of dinner, And even when it drives me crazy, I wouldn't trade it for anything.