Home is…

My old home isn’t really home to me, It wasn’t a place where I could be free. My home was angry, And it was pretty scary. Home was painful and where I was hurt, Home was a place where I was an introvert. I mushed up in a ball and cried, and cried Home is where stayed up at night When I stayed up alone in my bed I looked up to the moon and just said “Oh moon please help me, I’m not safe!” I really just needed a new place to stay. One day I packed up and looked to the sky I waved at my home and said “Bye, bye!” Off I was in a big wide area, all alone And as I walked on I cried and I moaned I finally reached my hopefully new home And as I walked in I rang her phone. “Please please help me, I need your help” But there was no one, not even a yelp. And as time went on, I saw her at last! I hugged her,”Finally!” It was a blast. I told her how I needed a home She didn’t make a sound, not even a hum. “Hello? Hello? Are you there?” But she looked up and smiled, I knew she cared So I guess now, 6 months have passed But I knew I finally had a home at last. I have a home and it’s safe Everyone should have a place to stay. I now have a house, I love it like home Now we need to give everyone a place to go.