WHAT HOME MEANS TO ME

Home is a dome where i like to stay low a place full of bows that go on my small blue shirt to make me look like i need to go home. where i visit friends and family dogs and cats, birds and rabbits home is a place i’d pass away. laying in bed thinking to myself what have i done wrong . it doesn’t matter now since im safe at home. i wake up in the morning put fresh cloths on walk myself to a place they call school. write some math, french and gym i’m tired of this place i just want to go home.