This Does Not Feel Like Home

This Does Not Feel Like Home I walk into my house and it does not feel like home. I refuse to believe that I go to my grandma and grandpa's house. It feels like home. I will never find a home. It is not true that I come back to my house and say “ I will make this feel like home. Everything will remain the same. I do not believe that ”Now it feels like home” I know after a while it will not feel like home. It is impossible that After I did all of this redecorating and trying to make it feel like home it will not feel like home. I believe That someone will come over and wreck my house. It is a lie that My house does not feel like a home. (this is a reverse poem read it from top to the bottom and bottom to top)