Looking in from the outside,
I don’t comprehend what I am a part of?
When I am in this lagoon,
I am one of them and I belong.
But when I crave the life outside,
I don’t know where I belong.
The fake smiles, the fake styles, the fake care, the fake cry.
The intolerance I feel, the anger I keep, the time I lose, the fear I gain;
it is confusing, and I rack my brain.
After all the tough times, I crave them more.
It might get hard, but I feel alive to the bones.
It shouldn’t be boredom, and I know, it’s time, it’s time for me to leave home.