My Home Poem

My home. My home is my safe place. I can be myself, the good, the bad, and the ugly. It is where I can be mad, sad, and happy. I like how I can be happy when I want to, and how I can be proud of who I am. Where I know that I am loved here and there. When I get mad, I go to my room, the walls, the roof, Help me come down and when I am sad, I have my bed, my mom, and my family. When I see people that don’t have a house or home it makes me feel sad, that some humans have no house to call home. I wish homes were free. My home.