In my skin

home is not a place but a person you say

how can I feel at home if the one I love got away

the infinite cycle a curse I've been hexed

i've been to many homes after you I'll find the next

home is not a person but a place so you say

in the hills of beverly where posers choose to stay

the fame destroys the youth we oblviously resonate

in your grasp the hills

that reach the other way

this is not home it is materialistic

how can this be home if my comfortability is unrealistic

home is wherever your family resides so you say

if YOU questioned your home is being with family the right place?

neglect echoes through your walls

hiding your true identity until your family falls

asleep

how can this be home if praise from others are out of reach?

you see home is me I am home

my sanctuary within

where I learn to grow

no matter where I've been

with family or friends

ineveitably home is where I am

comfortable in my skin.