As I grow older
I learned that
Sometimes my house doesn't feel like home
Sometimes I feel like an outsider
I found out that home is not something so simple
It can be a house
But it can also be the people that make it feels like home
It can be a sense of belonging
And when you have no place to go, and no one to come home to, where is home? I wonder
I guess it can be the memories they left behind
It can be a feeling
But it turns out
When all that's left is myself
I learned to feel comfortable with myself.
So that I
Don't feel lonely, even when I'm alone
So that I
Can come home to myself.
Because after all
I am my own home