To me, home means the end of the drag race called school,
And end to the hostilities that can fill a deep pool.
Marvel movies, my switch, and a hyper dog,
Are an end of my school’s happiness clog.
With crazy neighbors, and ones that smuggle drugs,
I have only one place to be-on the fireside rug.
Home is the best place, my fortress, my stronghold.
The only place where my thoughts lie untold.
With no homework or stress I can live out my youth,
As my sister has an orthodontist messing with her tooth.
And when school starts again, I´m powerless to fate,
But I still see my school with contempt and hate.
And when I come home, after the bus crashes on the ice,
My home really does seem nice.
And after all this, when I get to bed,
I think at least none of this will make me dead.
So I’m grateful for my home,
If nothing else can be my protective dome.