It's My Home, Not Yours

It’s my home, not yours. It’s my family, My family that makes me feel safe, Who loves me when I don’t, Who puts me into bed and says good night. Who never left my side. It’s my weirdness, Where I can go and have fun, Where every time it understands me, It does not judge me but brings me joy, Where I can be myself to the fullest. It's my safety. It makes me feel seen and safe, happy and joyful. And always new. Where I can calm down And be me, myself and I. Sometimes people think home is a roof or a table with food. But my home is where I can feel happy, feel me. That may not be your home but to me home is more than a place. It’s my identity. I’ll say this once more. But we all have our special place, our home but, this is my home, not yours.